"But I'm damaged" she said with watery eyes fixed on the moon
"We are all damaged goods...we are all cardboard boxes with fragile stickers handled by people that don't give a ****..and that's why we are shattered from the inside and that's why the deeper we get to know each other the more we hurt ourselves on the broken pieces but I guess rarely you find people tough and willing to rampage through it to find the pieces of you that aren't so sharp around the edges...the beautiful pieces of who you really are..and then they stick them together and try to fix us and sometimes they can..it's like we were never really broken..and if that's not something beautiful I don't know what is"
Not exactly a poem but I hope you like it
