I can hear the crunching of your skull.
The remnants of it being split on the road.
I frantically take all the pieces.
And pull out my glue.

I can barely recognise you.
Your face is a mass of ****** and broken bones.
Your warm hand is now stone cold.
And your fingers feel like twigs.

The scars that cover your body are no more.
All the flesh you were full of is gone.
All that's left is skin and bone.
And your beautiful face remains in my memories.

I hug the rags that you wore.
They still smell like you.
But now I've stained them.
With tears like a salty sea.

I can't rebuild your bones.
Because I know I'd snap them accidentally.
My glue isn't that strong.
Because my heart's already breaking.