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