For the love of broken things...

I saw you coming,

broken, disheveled, distraught,

dragging a battered heart along.

I saw you coming,

and behind you, followed

my own reflection,

as broken as you were,

showing me

my own destruction.

She waited outside 

as I let you in,

nursed your wounds,

soaked in your cries,

she waited outside,

patiently.

Reminding me how close I came to her,

with each passing moment with you.

Reminding me how I have loved 

all things broken, 

even me.