Falling in Love With You is a Fall Nonetheless

I fall in love with broken things
And you are one
My dear, I love you as I love pain

The bruises you wear like patches, dark trophies in the forlorn moonlight
The empty spaces in the hollows of your face, stained with those unspeakable memories
The scars that map the years on your wrists, white lines of fate, marking the loss of innocence
The shadows that gather underneath your pale eyelids, a storm of sleepless nights brewing weary days
A body blessed by only cold dawns and distant light, a being the world somehow forgot with nightfall

But the truth is, my dear, the ungentle truth,
I don’t know if I can survive loving you
And I don’t think I care

I fell in love with a broken thing
Now I am one
But oh, my dear,
Being just another of your forgotten shadows, fading as the moon plunges into the oblivion of morning
Is surely better than burning in the graceless heat of sunlight