Standard Posted by Megan Posted on January 2, 2017 Posted under Poetry Comments Leave a comment The Broken Why do I like the broken I’d try to fix the dead Why torture myself Deep with in my head Why do I attract the broken Like glue they stick to me All of their problems Are nothing that I need Rate this:Share this:TwitterFacebookPinterestMoreRedditTumblrPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related brokencreativePoemPoetrywriting Post navigation ← Beautiful Soul On My Own. → Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.