(She) you love me for being broken,
Broken into like a jewelry store.
Only to be left with
Shattered sapphires
And checked out cash registers.

Broken for being loved
In such way that love
Not only
Breaks a heart,
But shatters a soul’s
Insolence.

(He) you love me broken
Broken in general
For the room is more
Infinite.

They adore my brokenness
To bend me inspire than one way
Sedated to know manipulation.

Yet, I am enchanted.
Yes, despite the broken strings of the broken
Strum that still brokenly echoes off pitch in the broken
Storage that allows
Things to come and go
In one piece,
I am splendidly shattered.
The broken only breaks
What must be fixed.