Broken, Different, Me

You are broken, so am I

And so, I will try

not to set it right.

Come, lend me

a piece of you

So I may be

a different me

In part.

A better me, or worse.

All of me is just

Shattered

Bits of him

and of her.

Lend me your bruised

Red heart, black-blue blood,

mud-walled dream

Of stark white space within?

If all you have are pieces

That will do too. Will do.

Cells grow, galaxies too

Duplicate, multiply in

Fibonacci sequence piles

Neat geometries, precise portions

But we? All we

can do is collect;

Pile up, add on

And hope to grow.

with fragments.

So lend me,

a tiny piece of you

For I may then be,

a different me.

In part.