When broken people love
they’re mortified, petrified and terrified
that their mistakes will haunt and hunt;
Grim Reaper – esque manner
awaiting their next catch.
and so
they seek validation & gratification
in every nook
every cranny
every crevice, crack and creek
sort of like a golden retriever
earnestly expecting a pat on the head
after bringing back a stick during ‘fetch’.

When broken people love
they’ll love you
like there’s no tomorrow
because maybe for them,
there won’t be
and their love for you will be
their only saving grace,
their lifeline.
So much so that they
cling so hard
afraid to fall back into themselves;
a bottomless pit of self loathe

When broken people love
they jump in, head first, fearless
in awe that you’d even
attempt to cherish their frayed up selves
and so
they may turn a blind eye
to so – called red flags
and sidestep all the warning signs

When broken people love
sometimes they’ll fall short
and fall down
tired
of flying
their broken wing unhealed
“this is me trying” they’ll say
and they truly are
even if a fake smile seems visibly wary.