Loved Broken

I was drunk, cold and out

When I heard the devil serenade you

Something about your voice in a choir

Of roses and if his lips were a butterfly

It would forever sup on the nectar of your lotus.

I love cracks and jagged edges, shards and broken pieces.


I can only like you- I break everything
just so I can love them.

-by Ariel Achilla Ombura