In pictures you look fine,

I was never on your mind.

Looked at pictures to find,

endless reasons you were never mine.

But now you look good,

and you look whole.

Do you miss what you sold?

Do you love, filled hole?

I am crazy,

but it'd be nice

to picture something hazy

turned to beautiful life.

Did it hurt,

having a heart broken first?

Were you left alone to deal?

Was it easy to heal?