Not be because he was broken
But in spite of it.
His pieces gave her purpose.
His disaster, her salvation.
But his edges were fragments
Sharp corners of reality
Designed to destroy.
Time , she thought, would soften the edges
Love would mend the pieces into whole.
But the pieces cut her open
With each mend, her heart became torn.
She thought she was healing him
Until the day he was gone
she could find herself no more.