So many times broken
So many times you’ve picked up the pieces
Big at first, easy to put back together
Like a puzzle
But have you noticed it yet?
The more it breaks, the more pieces you have
Pieces you don’t have
Some won’t fit
Into the puzzle that which your heart is not meant to be
Some pieces wanting to remain hidden
For fear of losing more of itself should you put it all together again.
It can only take so much
Breaking and mending
Breaking and mending
Breaking and mending
YOU can only take so much

Your heart is not meant to be a puzzle