she stared deeply into my eyes and whispered
i love you
i shook my head sadly and turned to walk away
why do you think you love me
she held my shirt sleeve
preventing me from leaving
forcing me to stay
i fell in love with your words
your hurt
you are broken
but i can fix you
and that is why i am leaving
you aren’t in love with me
you want to fix me
but if you loved me
truly
you would be okay with broken
i can’t be fixed
not on purpose
and if i could you would grow bored once the project was over
and then i would be broken again
but it would be fresh
you’re in love with the idea of me
but not the reality
fall in love with a real poet
one that’s dead
you don’t have to worry about fixing their rotted corpse
and their words are already written
but i love you
and i love you
but i love you you
not the fixer upper you see in my face
you love the idea of taking these broken bits and forging whatever image of me you see fit
cannot leave well enough alone
i want you as you are
you want me in a new form
that’s not love
it is charity
adoption
you don’t want to be loved
i don’t want to be hurt
i don’t want to be changed simply because you want to change me
i want to grow
become something more
naturally come back together again
not through intent
but through nature
every new seam you force
it becomes a stress point when you leave
a new doubt
put away your super glue darling
love me for the sharp stabbing bits
the ugly smears of doubt
these things can be buffed out gradually
by life
i do love you
than don’t try and change me
accept me as is
but i can fix you
but i don’t want to be fixed
Mike, no one can ever fix anyone. It takes a good hard look in the mirror and start there. How sweet that someone fell in love with your words. Me, I had appreciated your talent in the craft of writing. Good luck in your endeavors.
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god. Yeah. I’ve experienced this. Someone wanted me just so he could fix me… then he realized he couldn’t fix me and it was all done for him. He very quickly moved on to the next person to fix. While I understand it’s in his nature to fix things, it hurt nonetheless. To be given up on and passed over so easily and quickly. That really showed me what I truly was to him: a project. Like that piece of furniture you fix up and resell. While I don’t mind the idea of being “fixed”, I think it should be an organic mutual healing. We will always have scars. I fall in love with the broken pieces too, not just the idea of what he could be when I “fix” him. I want the whole man, not just my ideal of the man.
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their need to fix others just shows they can’t stand being broken themselves. maybe if i fix her it will fix me. then the need to fix another.
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Good point.
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Speak my mind, just speak my mind why dont you.
I think it’s a pretty accurate description of a certain type of people, maybe a majority. People want to be needed and feel the security of the idea another can’t do without them
I can’t count how many times Ive said those words, you’re in love with the idea of me.
People get pretty mad too when you question their declarations of love. And you know what? I’ve been right down the road every time I’ve said it.
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in my experience it is most of them as well. i’m okay with my breaks. they are the ones that can’t handle them. i personally believe the fractures make me love more completely. if they can accept who i am, flaws and all, they deserve every last bit of me.
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Yes,
the way I see this for myself is that I love people’s broken pieces, it’s like art. I love their idiosyncrasies that were created by the broken the neaunxes and such. That when someone loves me they’ll feel the same about mine.
Although I will also continue to repair the negative results of my broken parts, because some don’t mesh well with life. It’s not so much the broken that needs repair but it’s the aftermath. Yet only I can do that.
There have been men in my life who’ve truly loved me. But it looks different than some of those who’ve claimed to. Anyone who’s wanted to fix me? That’s not real love, that’s an effort at making me what they want.
The desire to pocess something they’ve conjured up in their mind.
If your okay with your breaks then anyone who falls in love with you will be too. ❤️
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beautifully said. I agree on it all. I’ve sanded down my more cutting aspects but not too much. Still need a defense mechanism.
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Lol yes. Defense is where I’m lacking 😔
I have spelled nuances before 🤔
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I knew what you meant. Stupid autocorrect
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And possess! Haha
I’m super fun aren’t I? 🙄
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you are great, anyone says different and they and i will have words
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Yes EC! I’ve said that myself: the idea of me, not the real me. It’s hard honest truth. And not an easy pill to swallow for either person.
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Similar souls 🤗
I can swallow it, even though it can piss me off lol.
But they get super mad and indignantly ask if I’m questining their love and sincerity…….
…..yes….um, yes I am. Lol 🤷♀️
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Yes! Exactly!!!
‘Why yes I am, thanks for asking…’
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Lol
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