we are fragile and tainted
resembling mosaics
broken pieces made into art
but the cracks are always visible
we can't get rid of the past
but we can learn from it
running away from them
because you didn't want to fall asleep with a stranger
but then waking up feeling alone
crawling back into their arms at 3:00am
and having them hold you tight
thinking maybe every things going to be alright
and if not
we will smash and fall
and be made into another piece
of broken art