'The damaged loves the damaged.'
Chuck Palahnuik

I broke her heart once
And the pieces fell to the floor,
Scattered everywhere.

It was a mess,
But I collected every tiny bit
And tried to piece them together, like a puzzle
Carefully sticking the bits together
Wherever they would fit.

With all the bits glued, it looked like a mosaic.
The heart was now back to its original shape
But the cracks were visible
As a painful reminder
Of the past.

What a magnificent ruin it was,
I liked it.
I liked how very tragic it all looked.
Also, I think that's when I fell in love with her.