Beautiful mess

She was a beautiful mess
Too many pieces lost to be whole
But he saw her the way she couldn't
She was too strong to be weak
But her weakness crippled her in isolation
She could not give in or just let go
So he took her as she was
A wreck cloaked in pretense
Carnage manifest
He knew her pain by heart
And conceded her mistakes
She could not smile at herself
Or lie enough to believe she mattered
So she professed to be a stranger
But he knew the verity of her existence
As her world rocked the ground gave way
Her scars burned red beneath her facade
Fragmented and separated
Bloodied and forsaken
She hid behind her prevarication
While he stood sentinel
To save her from her own destruction
And slowly yet inexorably
He became a part of her
The constituency she depended on
Until he was the fragment within her
That she knew without ambivalence
She could never divest
For without him
She would perpetually be splintered
Never more than a beautiful mess