she was not fragile like a snowflake.
she was fragile like a bomb.
and i didn't know which was scarier-
                                                        ­  her explosion or her calm.

she was not shattered like a mirror
she was shattered like glass
and i didn't know what was scarier-
                                                       her jagged edges or her past.

she was not broken like the rest of us
her brokenness was all her own
and she didn't know what was scarier-
                                                        ­ being different or being alone.

for every time i look at you i think that you should be broken
what courage you must have to still be trying to make yourself whole

if my words keep dripping from my lips
                    and painting rivers down my spine
                                 i hope you can still hear how i wish you were
                                                            ­                                              mine.