i guess it's true that i've been broken.
the pieces of my heart roll around -
like marbles inside of a glass case.
all the super glue in the world would not be enough -
to heal these jagged edges that cut every time -
i'm shaken up.
but when you come around -
i feel your hand picking up the mess inside -
the mess that i've become.
and i can't help but love you for that -
as you accept me -
and all my pieces.