there are broken pieces of me
I work hard to hide
except with him
without judgement or criticism
he holds all of me
without expectation of change
he shows up
there are broken pieces of him
underneath the charm
when we are alone
without surrendering myself
I embrace him entirely
without expectation of change
I hold him close
two broken halves
may not look perfect
but they can fit together
well enough
fill in the jagged gaps
well enough
to make pleasure, joy
a sense of belonging
two broken pieces
can fit together well enough
to feel a lot like love
a lot like finally being whole
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 10:20 PM UTC
there are broken pieces of me
I work hard to hide
except with him
without judgement or criticism
he holds all of me
without expectation of change
he shows up
there are broken pieces of him
underneath the charm
when we are alone
without surrendering myself
I embrace him entirely
without expectation of change
I hold him close
two broken halves
may not look perfect
but they can fit together
well enough
fill in the jagged gaps
well enough
to make pleasure, joy
a sense of belonging
two broken pieces
can fit together well enough
to feel a lot like love
a lot like finally being whole
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