i don’t want
you to fix me
just to
accept me
as i am
i can never be
your dream come true
but i most certainly can be
a break
from the normal
all i have is words
along with two scarred hands
a pit of desolation
and a need
to give my all
if i cannot
put the jigsaw back together
what makes you think
i would expect you to
just fill the empty spaces
maybe we can become
something better
by being ourselves
together