You're like a broken mirror. I tried to help you but I'm a fool. This isn't my job. I tried to pick up the broken pieces but they were too sharp. I put on a brave face anyway. Hiding the grimace with a forced smile, as if it doesn't bother me. As if I couldn't feel the pointy shard slicing through my skin. You and I, we're a mess. But I'm messier. I'm a broken mirror too. I thought I could fix you. I thought that one of my broken parts could fix yours. So I tried again and again, to place my chips in your hollow sections. Only to have it fall through. I'm bleeding from all the cuts you gave me. I'm bleeding from all the work I'm doing. I tried to be a part of you and I'm scarred in so many places. Honey, you don't know how much I love you. I would've smashed even more of myself to look for that solid piece to complete you. But the sad thing is, we're not compatible. And we never will be.

-m.b