I've always been attracted to broken men.
Something about them makes me feel whole.
Maybe it's their halves that intertwine in mine.
One empty half interweaving itself into the lonesome corners of my heart.
Two wounded parts that make a whole, make me feel whole.
In their brokenness they make you feel connected.
******* you in while ******* you dry.
But always ending alone asking "why".
Was the pain of them worth it?
Laying on top of a warm beating heart, hearing it's pulse and making you whole.
But leaving you naked and alone.

You never think the last kiss will be your last.
Until it happens