"Before You Love the Broken"

Before you fall for someone bruised,

Stop—breathe—don’t get confused.

Don’t whisper, “Do they need me?”

Ask them loud—“Do you want me, freely?”

It's easy, too easy, to love the scarred,

Their wounds are visible, their pain is hard.

They’re painted with stories, jagged and wild—

Far from the polished, the perfect, the mild.

Convenience bores, doesn't it now?

You crave the edge, the why and how.

Rough souls sparkle with messy grace,

They charm you with every unhealed place.

They laugh like thunder, cry like rain,

Their chaos sings to your hidden pain.

And maybe—just maybe—you like to fix,

But hearts aren’t clocks, and love’s not tricks.

If you give, give clean—don’t trade for love,

Don’t bargain care for stars above.

Gratitude? Perhaps. Love? Not owed.

Don’t plant seeds on a broken road.

Because if you fall into love’s dark spiral,

Know—it won’t always feel like a revival.

The broken don't always want to be healed,

Some keep their hearts behind a shield.

They might not commit—not out of pride,

But because they’ve watched too much die inside.

Some still hope, yes, some still try,

They sip your love like a lullaby.

But if they stop, if they turn away—

(And many do, most drift or stray),

They won’t set you free, they’ll hold on tight,

Not out of love, but out of fright.

Because healing feels warm, and you feel safe—

But they won't become your sacred place.

You’ll pour out light, they’ll drink you dry,

And leave you asking “why did I try?”

So pause before you dive too deep—

This isn’t a promise your soul should keep.

Not all broken want to mend,

Some just need a softer end.

Love with open eyes, not just heart,

And know when to stop… before you start.

You’re not a savior, not a cure—

You deserve a love that's safe and pure.

So love, but wisely. 

Give, but strong.

And never stay where you don’t belong.