Why? I’m Broken.

Loving a broken heart, broken yes but it still beats and loves fiercely

Why do you want this shattered heart of mine?
It’s been broken, bent beyond repair,
stitched together with silence
and the promise to never need too much.

It doesn’t beat the way it used to.
It flinches at kindness,
listens for footsteps leaving
even when no one’s moving.

I’ve learned how to hold myself carefully,
how to love in pieces,
how to leave the light on
without expecting anyone to come home.

So tell me—
why reach for what’s already cracked?
Why choose the heart that hesitates,
that trembles when touched?

If you want it,
know it won’t be easy.
It comes with scars instead of guarantees,
truth instead of illusion.

But if you stay—
if you see the broken
and don’t ask me to pretend—
you might find that even shattered things
still know how to love fiercely.

Why do you want this shattered heart of mine?
It’s been broken… yes.
But it’s still beating.