You've always been drawn to the broken,

Junkyard trash salvaged and transformed,

Dismantled and reassembled into perfection.

Maybe that's why you chose me,

Collecting my fractured pieces in jars

And storing them away for reassembly.

But I am no puzzle.

My pieces will never fit again flawlessly.

Jagged edges exposed and cracked surfaces

Leave you searching for the girl beneath the wreckage

As if the girl standing before you needs perfecting.

Can you not find the beauty in the damage?

Can you not see the strength in the stitches that bridge the cracks?

You're waving fragments like white flags,

Jars opened for operation,

But I never asked for reassembly.

I only wanted to know if you could love the scars.

#poetry #scars

Kumquat banquet,

quetzals, jonquils,

queued eloquently...

Iraq quickens qualms;

quietly, queries quiver.

Loquacious quotes 

conquer quietude.

Questing pique,

quirks equally opaque,

queue sequentially...

consequently,

quiet obloquy

requires quaffing Seroquel,

quizzical quills quieted.

Here in my arms is where you belong. 

Come let me share with you my gifts. 

I bring you comfort and with my touch I will put your heart at ease. 

Rest your weary soul in the joy of my arms, for you will know only peace my love. I live for your comfort, and at the end of the day, I am your oasis in a world of chaos. I bring calm to your troubled waters. Now ease your mind in knowing I am waiting for you.....

"Lay with me in your thinnest dress

fill my heart with each caress

between your blissful kisses, whisper

Darling is this love?"

Ray LaMontagne "Can I Stay?"