The broken love the broken
And their multitude of imperfections
The gentle cracks and splitting glass.
The traits that make them who they are
And who they wish they weren’t.
The reasons they have for staying broken
and the stories that they keep to themselves
until they share them with each other.
“The damaged love the damaged”
They can complain together.
Their pessimism can beat anything.
Their dark craters
that they used to call their heart and soul
will never fill up the others
But they can wallow in them together.
There is no light to get them out.
No force that will show them the way.
But they sit together
In the darkened corner
at the bottom of the crater.