22.4.16

break, broke, broken

i've always been wondering
why did i attract the most broken people;
but it wasn't until i met you.

you were never the prince on a white horse;
but as the time goes on,
every imperfection of yours
becomes a clarity for me;
and i cling to your beautiful mess of a flaw
like my life depends on it.

i want to mend the crippled parts within you,
but you're the one who fixed me instead;
i want to save you from the surging sadness,
but you're the one who saved me instead.

we're the broken pieces in the land of misfit toys;
the misfits among the misfits,
but we fit each other perfectly, pieces by pieces.