Our Love Turned Into Something Beautiful


I met you in pieces;
you did not save me,
and I did not ask
you to.

I became something
whole; you sat with me
as I put myself back
together with staples
and glue, I did not
ask you to.

I am with you in this
heart of mine; when
my hands were ready
to be held, you took
them and did not
worry about breaking
I am no longer
alone in this body;
you did not inhabit
me, we became
this shelter together. Thought Catalog Logo Mark

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