Broken and bruised
I sit and wait for you to arrive.
I wait for you to save me,
though you never do.
It should not be a surprise,
yet somehow I am shocked.
I sit and wait for you.

I am broken,
my pieces lay about the floor.
I try to collect them
but I am blind.
I wait for you to arrive,
to help me pick up the pieces,
but you never do.
Somehow, I am shocked.

I am bruised and torn,
by my own hands.
I wait for you to arrive,
sew my skin together,
kiss my bruises,
wipe my tears.

I wait for you,
but you never arrive.
Somehow,
I am not surprised.