I've been told that I am too broken to be loved,
too damaged,
too crooked and bent
for someone to cherish.

But perhaps it is on those very edges,
those very ragged edges,
that loves snags and is held.

So before you tell me that no one can find beauty in my chipped soul, look at your own perfect life and ask yourself if love has ever crept into the crevices and hinged itself on smooth skin.