If you ever asked her
She would swear up & down that she is unlovable
Too much to manage
A broken image of something potentially beautiful
That you shouldn't waste your time trying to piece her back together
Because
You'll
Only
Cut
Yourself
Trying to fix her
She would say that she is an old soul living in a corrupt world
But
If you ask him
He will swear up & down that she is in fact lovable
He knows this because he's madly in love with her himself
He'll say that she shouldn't be something to manage , who's value isn't even her own choice
He'll say that each of her broken pieces are gorgeous in their own way
And he'd gladly risk the pain of trying to assist her in piecing herself together
For her , he'd gladly be the broken boy who loves the broken girl
