Her eyes are poetry and a blink of her eyes is a poem. Her voice is poetry and each of her words is a poem. Her thinking is poetry and each of her thoughts is a poem.
My love for her is poetry and each of my expressions for her is a poem. My care for her is poetry and each of my suggestions for her is a poem. My desire for her is poetry and each expression of my romance for her is a poem.
Our mutual attraction is poetry and each of our confessions to one another is a poem. Our eternal relationship is poetry and each of our manifestations for one another is a poem. Our way of talking to each other is poetry and each of our conversations with one another is a poem.
Attracted to the broken Like myself I yearn to be fixed To make amends To feel once again To wake up to my favorite person at my side It’s not in the cards for me And it wasn’t for you So broken No matter the repairs I’ll never feel like new Find me in a thrift store Along with the other gems Marked down due to being used
Pick me up, And open my cover, But be careful, Cause I might crumble, Read my fine print, Just don’t mock the way I am, I’ve been through alot since then, Drugs, Fights, Heart breaks, And more, Are all the things you’ll find, In my novel.