No one wants the broken.... Until we have grown beyond any situation and circumstance. Looking back during our prideful glides with humble spirits neither condemning the disbelief in your stare nor throwing the karma of victory in your face.
No one wants the broken while our tears water our cement hearts into the green of earth understanding how to love again beyond the facetious situations you presumed the better but wrongful fit for you.
No one wants the broken forgetting every tumble they themselves suffered hands unable to break the fall of faces crashing into pavements the disappointments of the "I guess nots" ravaging their peace. The retired broken dare not hold a hand out to the freshmen at broken university no courses held to heal.... Ahh but the new broken found techniques for healing beginning with a mirror called acceptance and dillgence powered with discipline. The newly broken was at no standstill.
No one wants the broken with the beauty tarnished. No fix me ups welcomed in the land of faultlessness... There were too many blemishes to see through. Broken hearts can surely love you into loving yourself but this broken kept a steady stride along.
In a land of double taps and retweets and s4s the broken became the ideology. Fixed up. Blemish free. Flaws in tact to perfection. Without boast the broken viewed their timeline of peeping Toms unrevengeful, but without mercy to celebrate the quandary astonished at her inveterate renewal.
"Never confuse those who are always around you with those who are always there for you"
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