I talk to God about you
I ask Him how He created you
Someone as nearly perfect
To be living in such a fragile world
With a heart too pure for it.
I thank Him for having me cross your path
And every night, I have prayed for you.

Let your lips
graze my skin,
leaving no
exposed patch
untouched.
Pepper my
broken pieces
with your perfect
bandaids and
mend the scars
I swear would
never leave.
I am utterly
convinced
you are the
antidote I
thought
I'd never
find.
-JRM

my strings are broken
and my heart is out of tune
so don't let me go tonight
maybe tomorrow, in the light of day,
i'll be able to mend myself
if not, set me sail on a paper boat
down an open stream so i may close

I place you in a mold
and when you didn't fit
I tried to make you bend
but there were holes in you
the kind that only you could mend

Broken things
Broken names
If you brake the sky
The world won't mend.

What else to do?
What else to prove?
I bleed myself,
To feed you.

Broken sound
Broken mirror
Broken hearts
On a counter top.

Secrets like mists
Lies are king
I've got mine to keep
I've got mind to keep.

Broken bones just being set, beginning to mend as I left home
Still getting to know the new parts of me, adjusting to, plates and screws holding on, bones still feel loose, cracked and used from all the distant memories and vast views cast from the rear view, pay attention now because this is your healing, these feelings are stitches in skin, patience, feeling the thread pull you together from within, wait now for there’s is no room for wearing thin

Tiptoe to the moon you wanderlust sole
Fetch the cobbler from beyond the green knoll
For I'm in need of mending this black hole
Rain down on me stardust, repair my soul
Put stars in my celestial insole
Fill this galaxy with light and resoul.