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I cling to things I shouldn't

Afraid of the unknown

I made this bed I lay in

Sad, confused and all alone.

I used to think that golden cracks

Could heal my broken heart

But now I see that it's all me

I'm a mallady apart

I am insanity

I am the wounded bird

I am all the is broken

Trapped in a rhyming word

Yesterday was sweet

You were once too

But all my responsibilities

Got the better of me and you

I work endlessly

I toil away my days

All for a better life

One draped with praise

I tried to make this whole thing work

Polishing the brass

Of a ship that had ill fate

Now here I am

All alone

I want to cuddle and be warm with only him.

This is a new feeling.

I feel vulnerable and yet he makes me stronger.

He takes the broken ends of me and makes it so they fit again.

It's like that thing the japanese do when they fix stuff with gold.

He sees that I am broken, and makes the pieces fit back together, but with him by my side I'm more than I was.

I am lucky to have him.

Nothing in my life has been without pain.

That's my normal.

But there is no amount of hurt I cannot overcome.

He doesn't hurt.