The Broken Ones
Sunday, December 8, 2013, 6:06 AM, 0 comments
Listen to me; you can’t fix people.
Your love won’t make him stop hating his father
and your devotion won’t cure her of her childhood.
All you can do is be there, violets sprouting out
from your ribs, acceptance on your lips, your own
wounds still bleeding and all you can do is be there.
And sometimes that’s enough. Sometimes that’s everything.