We are broken,
you and I.
But my brokenness
does not mirror yours
in all its facets.
You have a supportive family
that I cannot relate to.
While you have faced
rejection I know
nothing about.
But your heart is made of
the same material as mine.
You hurt like I do;
your tears flow just the same.
So please hold my hand
and let's vow to not
bring more pain to each other.
We can start healing
from our brokenness together.
your poems suddenly appear,
your poems suddenly appear, like bullets bursting brilliance
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes