Two broken people.
Should not be together.
Should not be together.
Though the world may disagree and prefer
to keep its uglies in one box,
herd us into safe zones and keep us strangled behind
white picket fences,
I'll tell you,
I'm broken and I need a stone.
To either throw through glass dungeons or to
tether me underwater.
I don't need empathy. Similarity. The perfect match of crazy.
Two broken people can never make a whole.
The most they make
is another broken home.
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