I hate it when you have that pained look in your eyes

Like there's something irreparably broken

Within you

A crack that can't be fixed
Or glued back together

I hate it when you reminisce
You wallow in nostalgia

And I can hear the hurt in your voice
As it wobbles along the memories
Edging around a gap that can never be filled

I want to fill it!
I want to fix it and make you feel better.

Take all of your pieces and glue them into one

One whole part.

My perfect angel.

You saved me, and I want to do the same for you.

Maybe we'll have to be at ease with being broken.