To: the broken
I'm broken, I leave a trail of broken glass behind me as I walk.
Where I go, others dare not follow. Bloody feet and broken hearts are all that await them.
You're broken too.
Heart worn, pieces bent from trying to shove yourself into places you don't belong.
I invite you to walk alongside of me and spare your feet, a duo of broken dolls, loved and discarded.
I promise to let your pieces fall where they may and not force them where they don't belong.
I won't try your pieces on like a new dress, and discard them when they don't fit just right.
I'll do all these things if you walk alongside of me and pretend not to hear the chorus of falling glass that follows us.
A blue and broken pair we'll trudge down the road and see what the horizons hold.
And I'll try not to fall in love with your broken pieces if you don't fall in love with mine.
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