I am wounded.
My heart is torn.
Like a shattered pane of glass,
The pieces are sharp and rigid.
It appears I am broken.
It appears.
You dig your hand deep into my pile of pieces,
And you put me back together.
You are cut.
It appears.
Countless times I sit wondering why I am such a mess.
Until you came.
You put me back together.
You hurt for me.
I am healed.