Broken Light, Burning Bright

A cycle of poems «Your Kiss Tasted Like a Late-Night Regret»

Your shadow flickers on the wall,
A fractured glow that won’t let go at all.
You’re cracked, you’re tired, barely holding on -
But even broken light still burns so strong.

You say you’re nothing but a spark,
A dying ember in the dark.
But I see fire in your eyes -
A storm that never really dies.

You’re broken light, burning bright,
Shining through the longest night.
Every scar, every tear you hide -
Still glows like stars I can’t deny.
You think you’re fading, lost, undone…
But darling, look - you’re still the sun.
Yeah, you’re cracked - but you ignite…
My broken light, burning bright.

I found you crying in the rain,
Said, “I’m too damaged, full of pain.”
You’d given all, got nothing back -
Just hollow words and empty tracks.
But I held your hands, looked past the fear,
Saw the strength you kept so near.
You’re not the mess they made you feel -
You’re steel wrapped in something real.

You hide your glow behind a frown,
Afraid to let your truth come down.
But even shattered glass can gleam -
When lit by love, not shame or dream.

You’re broken light, burning bright,
Shining through the longest night.
Every scar, every tear you hide -
Still glows like stars I can’t deny.
You think you’re fading, lost, undone…
But darling, look - you’re still the sun.
Yeah, you’re cracked - but you ignite…
My broken light, burning bright.

You fight your battles soft and low,
Never let the whole world know.
But I see how you rise each day -
Wipe your eyes and find your way.
You feed the lost, you heal the weak,
While your own heart’s on the brink.
But love - you don’t have to be whole
For me to call you my soul.

They told you you were “too much,” “not enough,”
That your fire was just rough,
That your love was flawed, your heart askew -
But I see the truth in every hue.
You’re not broken - you’re becoming.
Not dimming - you’re just humming
A deeper song, a truer flame…
And I’ll love you just the same.

You’re broken light, burning bright,
Guiding me through my own night.
Every wound, every silent fight -
Still shines with pure and holy light.
You’re not ruined - you’re alive,
With love that helps the lost survive.
Yeah, you’re cracked - but you ignite…
My broken light…
My endless light…
Burning bright.

So let the world keep calling names -
I’ll whisper yours through wind and flames.
‘Cause even when you doubt your worth…
You’re still the brightest thing on earth.
Broken light…
Burning bright…
Always… mine.