Beautiful, Exciting, Broken

He wasn’t good for me.
He was probably the worst thing to ever happen me.
But he was beautiful.
He was exciting. 
He was broken.
And I couldn’t keep away. 
Everything with him was too captivating.
Too easy.
The voices in my head told me I could fix him. 
Like they do when something is about to ruin you.
But he was too beautiful.
Too exciting.
Too broken,
not to try.

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