If I end up with you, all of the mangled parts of my heart will mend together like stained glass
Broken and beautiful
I need your soft words to help me be calm,
To keep me from falling into myself
Trapped inside this labyrinth of sadness and confusion
So far, people have just walked by my empty shell of a person
Simply because they thought someone was home
I don’t want to be the person who pretends to be warm, when I’m ice cold
I hate being the person who says it’s okay to tell your story,
Yet I never finish a chapter
I am like the moon
Never completely exposed