Beautifully broken.

Written by Miss Book Thief

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.”

  9. Reblogged this on The Lonely Author and commented:
    Bravo <——- Me applauding. This is one of the best pieces I have read since I started blogging. From the opening line you captured me. When you arrived at "Leaving parts of herself behind, trailing in her wake" I was absolutely in love with this tattered lady. I wanted to be there to pick up every piece and glue them back together. By the end you had me standing up and cheering. What a masterpiece. I will reblog this post for everyone to see. Keep Writing Miss Book Thief.

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      19. Hahah.. Well, i ll give you a hint, it’s for someone who is beautifully broken & beautifully irrelevant, a wanna be air hostess who builds walls around her with shards of broken glass. *sigh*

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      20. Okay, I don’t wanna be an air-hostess anymore! I thought I made that clear, hehehe.
        Even though all of what I write is fiction, that seems to be a fitting description of me. *sighs louder* (Do we HAVE to make everything a competition? hehe)

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      35. Oh no, seriously not…. Literally most of the chocolates seeds are imported from Africa… Didn’t know that ?
        Ah and one more thing…. The labours who actually work over there are child labours….

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  19. Reblogged this on Impromptu Promptlings and commented:
    I never cease to be amazed at the talent of the folks who write on Word Press. Although I believe a person must be whole in themselves before they can have a really healthy relationship with anyone else, the words of this poem hummed in my heart so deeply I had to reblog it.

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  30. broken pieces -the idea that evokes sad memories, you took them, piece them together into something so beautiful that it filled my heart with longings, no more ruing the fact that I’m broken, but the hope of finding one that fits into mine… beautiful composition… made my day… 🙂

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  37. Wow, this is absolutely stunning! I feel the emotion of this piece as though I were that broken girl. Excellent. 🙂 I will definitely be reading more of your work. Thank you for sharing!–Lindsey

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  41. So deep. This poem expresses the emotions that most of us find hard to express, and it also helps to realize that we’re not the only ones who are broken…And I really loved the part where the two broken jagged parts of two broken people connected together to make each other whole =] Very lovely ^_^

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  44. I love this, it reminds me of something I wrote: “You had the perfect person. Not a person who is perfect, but one who fills the spaces that you leave empty and loves the spaces that you fill.” The imagery of a soul in love is quite remarkable and I love your articulation of broken pieces being puzzle pieces. I believe our vulnerabilities are also our opportunities for connection.

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