You come to him fragile

Broken up into a million pieces

And you think he loves you

Because when he kisses you

Your jagged edges jam together

And just for a moment you feel whole again.

But babygirl, listen to me

When he tells you your voice

Has become his favorite melody

Run as fast as you can

Because his taste in music

Has been known to change weekly.

I can see that when he hugs you,

He digs his fingers into the gaping wounds

Hidden in your heart,

Keeps them from healing as they should.

I know you swear you found the sky

Gleaming back at you from his eyes

But darling, I'm telling you-

What you are seeing

Is the blue of welt up tears

Because he has been hurt too

And he is too broken

To care for a flower like you.

Two pieces of broken china shoved together

Even if glued or taped,

Do not make a functioning piece of glassware.

Leave him, because he is too splintered to hold you

And you are much too fragile

To try and fix the both of you.

Leave and plant yourself somewhere

Where you may grow, and heal

And maybe someday

When the time is right

He will return to grow alongside you,

Two mended pieces of china

A two flower garden.

But you will be alright if he doesn't.