You’re so beautiful yet so broken.
I keep piecing you back together
but one broken piece keeps disappearing after another.
You don’t want to be whole again
because you’re so used in your broken state
that just the idea of getting your pieces back together
means one day you will crumble again.
But here’s the thing:
you can keep hoping it doesn’t happen,
believe in the hope of staying whole
or just trust me to put you back together again
if you fall apart once more.