I’m the good kind of broken,
Wholly devoted,
To you.
Master, Muse
I’ll take your abuse,
However you choose,
Where ever you choose,
I have nothing but you
To lose.

I’ve had my pick of the litter,
Since sixteen,
Since I got thinner,
More of a shape to be seduced;
Sad how this sinner,
Only became desirable and strong,
By bowing down and following along.

Why deny those that come to me?
So very many fish in the sea,
Why allow only one to own me?
break me,
discard me,
scar me permanently.
Such vulnerability will never return.
Sacred ability no one has earned.
Not a forever in mind,
Not a lover in sight,
A day together,
A night in flight.
But, still:

I’m the good kind of broken,
Wholly devoted,
To you.
Master, Muse
I’ll take your abuse,
However you choose,
Where ever you choose,
I have nothing but you
To lose.

And nothing to give you
But me.
I’m used to the ruse,
Because
What other option is there?
So I’d rather be the good kind of broken
You’ve dubbed me:
Wholly devoted…
If only for the moment.

Jessie Gutierrez