I thought you'd come to illuminate my house and heart, but instead you lit both on fire and left.

It's a universal thing,
Those who tend to care for everyone,
Always stays in the last place for everyone...

Who's persistence is rife
can I see and feel what begs
and in the order of love
you still offered me a knife.

I am broken, I am worn
Broken from another’s scorn.

Rebuilt with random other parts,
Held together with one heart.

I run on lost time
Air tastes divine
Treating the world
like it’s some ****** up shrine,
Leaving my stuffing all over the floor
Once strangers soon strangers cause they’re wanting more.

Reminding you how it could always be worse
How all bad things will run their course

But a marathon leaves you panting heaving
broken,
breathless.
Stuffed eyes, sewed shut mouth.

I am broken, I will be reborn
Mending from a mother’s scorn
Rebuilt with once strangers other parts
Held together by their hearts.