Beautifully broken.

She broke a little each day, leaving the pieces with everyone she met

She broke so quietly, the pieces

Never making a sound, as they fell on the floor

Leaving parts of herself behind, trailing in her wake

Nobody even knew she was broken

But you knew, didn’t you?

The moment you looked into her eyes, so sad and haunted

You knew how beautifully broken she was

You knew, for you were broken too

Instead of gluing her pieces together, you seeped

Into her soul, until your jagged edges

Fit perfectly with hers, and together you became whole

She was beautifully broken, and so were you.


-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

202 thoughts on “Beautifully broken.

  1. What a sweet, romantic poem. Someone earlier in the comment thread mentioned that everyone is broken, but for myself I feel more like an old battery that has completely run down. My brother really was broken, though, when he fell from a tree as a boy. He had to wander about with his arm in plaster for ages. Em… I think your story about being broken is rather better than mine. πŸ™‚

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