If you could hear my unhindered voice,
You'd notice that I never should've been your first choice.

If you could whisper into my ear,
You'd notice that making you sad is what I fear.

If you could listen to my fumbled I-love-you's,
You'd notice that I'm fickle and too easy to bruise.

If you could touch my freckled skin,
You'd notice that I'm ever-so-slowly wearing thin.

If you could kiss my awaiting lips,
You'd notice that they have more than a few cracks and rips.

If you could hold me so, so close,
You'd notice that I've become reclusive and morose.

If you could see into my dreams,
You'd notice that I'm tearing at my seams.

  If you could hear all of my never-ending thoughts,
You'd notice my millions of remaining faults.

Now that you know exactly who you are,
I have one last statement, my shining star.

If you could decide to break my heart into two,
You'd notice that I'm glad that person would be you.