When you fix your heart with pieces of others whole heart
You're left with a bigger hole when they inevitably leave.

When you try heal your cuts with others kisses
You bleed more in the absence of their lips.

When you cover up your scars with love and tender words
You rip them open again when the love vanishes and the tenderness subsides.

The moral of the story is to never put yourself together with parts of someone else
Because you'll be left to pick up the broken pieces when everyone inevitably leaves.