There are people who like shreds. I, for example, fell in love with a broken one.<\/p>\n
The broken no longer heal, no longer want to be well and are always looking for ways to break their mother.<\/p>\n
Falling in love with a broken man is a bad investment. You'll get him to love you, if you're doing well (or badly?), but he'll break you little by little, bit by bit. He will take care of you in his own way, but he will never remember your birthday.<\/p>\n
Hugs? You'll have to give them.<\/p>\n
The broken ones like to build to see it fall. They dynamite everything and all the time. They like to watch the world burn. They won't want to hurt you but all the time they will be breaking you: first they will break a smile, then a hug, then an illusion of a life together, a leg, a heart, a soul and a life....<\/p>\n
You will go out of your way to make him happy, you will give him letters, poems, coffees, teas, times and spaces. You will give him everything to make him smile and in the end he will only grimace. The idea of knowing he is sad, but above all of not being able to make him happy, or rather, of being able to make him very happy and that he refuses to be happy, will begin to kill you. Because that's how broken people are, broken people don't want to be happy, they are afraid of happiness.<\/p>\n
You will have good days (and good nights) and you will begin to forget that he is broken, you will fool yourself into believing you are healing him and begin to build him up, little by little you will believe you have accomplished something until he reminds you, somehow or other, that broken people don't let you build.<\/p>\n
So run away when you feel you are falling in love with a broken man.<\/p>\n
Run away if you have time, I'm serious.<\/p>\n
Because you can never sew a broken man, but he can break you.<\/p>\n
January, 2016.<\/p>\n