Addiction

I have an addiction 
To broken things

I found her at her lowest
And she found me
Drowning in my own darkness
Squinting to see a well manicured 
Hand reaching down

Her neediness was her
Greatest strength 
And I was defenseless
Against her utter beauty 
And inner pains

I piece myself back together 
And give her credit
I don't know if she deserves

I do know that I
Saw her soul broken 
Into a million pieces 
And promised I'd help
Put her back together 

But all I did was 
Cut my own heart
On shards not ready
To be whole

If given the chance to
Go back to those days
Scented with perfume 
Rose petals raining
In the background 

With everything I know now.

I wouldn't change one thing.

I told you....I'm an addict.