Put the pieces together
Glue them up just right
Stitches and bandaids
I can mend your broken heart

I won't cut myself on your jagged edges
I won't bleed out on your wounds
I won't run from your issues
I will fix your broken smile

I won't feed you empty truths
Won't tell you I'm not like the rest
Even though that is true
I won't tell you this won't hurt
Sometimes it will

After all
Chunks of your space have to fall
For you to see my shooting stars