why do i always
fall in love with broken people,
thinking i can repair
them -  their hearts, their minds...?

i want to fix them.
i pour molten gold out of my heart
and into my hands.
i burn them with it so i can
repair their cuts and put their broken pieces
back together...

but for them, it's hard to say that they're beautiful,
even after they had been broken,
even after i've poured all of my molten gold out of my heart
and burned my hands to blood with it
trying to put them back together.