I am perplexed by the truths in which you allow yourself to hear.

Ignoring all the rest of the pieces will never make them disappear.

You want to fix me, when I fall you rush to help me stand.

But I am not broken, this is what I wish you could understand.

There are not spare parts in a box somewhere, to rebuild my wounded heart.

Slightly damaged goods but this you knew right from the very start.

I know that it is the truest of loves that make behave this way.

But that same emotion that drives you causes you to slowly push me away.