His grey eyes fixed on mine
Not understanding my heart
Not comprehending my reason
He asked, and I listened
"How can you love me?
How could you even?"
Words were there but lost
Between my gaze and soul
Words were not enough
"I'm broken, he said.
Completely without anything
I'm not who you think I am"
"You are broken," I answered
"Not like an umbrella
One would cast away if so,
"You are broken like stained glass
Which after it is gathered
Becomes a Kaleidoscope"
- Jude Stringfellow (December 8, 2022)
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