Broken Things Can Be Loved

This is an reply to Megha Rao’s “Do You Tell Her About Me“

Broken things don’t need to be fixed.
There’s a beauty in your chaos.
When I saw your Auburn hair,
Flaring like the locks of Medusa.
You scared me, but fear is an aphrodisiac.
And you had everything that I always lacked.
I was always me, and you were the perfect you.
And from my place, yours was the perfect view.
Now you say you’re broken, unfixed.
Too broken to be held in my hands.
So I should not try to touch the pieces,
Lest I cut myself on jagged edges of glass.
But there’s beauty in chaos,
A perfect imperfection.
Maybe one day I’ll make you see,
How broken things can be loved again and again.
I am broken just like you,
But shouldn’t opposites attract?
Then what is it about you that’s so irresistible,
That I can’t control my hands.
I cut and bleed and shout and scream,
On my knees, begging for your release.
But you’re colder than the harshest winter,
And I’m left out to freeze.
I was broken just like you,
Shot in the heart and left dead,
I came back with my jagged pieces,
And with a thirst for revenge.
But along the way my gloom met your doom,
And I have never been the same.
Let me take you to warm cozy corners,
Of streets not known to many,
Let me show you the beauty in the ruins,
The perfection that I see in this city.
Broken pieces can never be fixed,
But it can be held and embraced.
Maybe you’ll stab my heart again,
And leave me for the unknown land.
But you smile when I come and say hello,
And every morning I see you’re aglow.
And I say to myself, maybe, this storm,
Is all just in a teacup, maybe I’m a hiccup,
But I’m willing to wait and see.

A