What was broken
as obliterated as I was
let me reach out
pick you up
place you within my soul
God I love the pieces at my feet
reflecting my own tormented demons
and how I wish to grab you within my embrace
jump down into an abyss
climb back up with every piece
and my bottle of glue
it may be thought recreation is impossible
but isn't that the beauty
we are not born
we are created
let us create one another