I Love Broken Men
I fall in love with broken men.
Sexy tragedies seduce me with sin.
Handsome cloaks of invisibility,
Obscure and trap in vain utility.
Hero and martyr of all your stories,
Vengeance sought for selfish glory.
Innocents injured from their quarry.
I fall in love with broken men.
Doors lock me out, keeps keys hidden.
Knocking patiently with open arms,
Getting too close trigger his alarms.
Suspicious eyes peek inside.
Skeletons spooked, he runs and hides.
Spyglass searches to glimpse vulnerability,
Weak boundaries highlight insincerity.
Pacifying chit-chat on future home owning
Facing real offer, reveals he lied for a showing.
I fall in love with broken men.
Eclipses excite the world as they darken.
The moon shines brightest in the night.
Warm pulses beat faster, from dusk’s frostbite.
Fooled by familiar shadows, say devil I know
Not friend but foe, they rob me of my glow.
I fall in love broken men.
Mosaic glued parts, now misshapen
Pirated sea glass left ashore after by the hostiles.
Cut mermaids who seek love poems in bottles.
Shatter lines leak, drips proof of last traumas.
Messy flaws teach wisdom, beauty from drama.
I fall in love with broken men.
Divorced of dreams and magic forgotten.
Shut eyes to memories to keep pain asleep.
Nightmares of happy times, disturb the peace.
Drugs pacify crying but tears never cease.
Haunted by ghost stories of witches and fools,
Masks hide his scars, but phantoms are cruel.
