I remember the look of guilt as she spoke of all the men who came into her life, leaving her with just another hole.

Her eyes finding anything but mine she showed me every scar from every midnight stitch, all her attempts and the pieces that wouldn’t fit.
Love, perfectly imperfect all your gaps only let the light through and surely space for me to fit into you.
I’m beyond ripped, a man left in tatters, pieces given and lost all the same,
Darling Dear if it helps you feel better, all these broken bits I’ll gather and give, anything to have what’s left of me with you.