Falling Around You

I always wanted to love
Someone that was broken
So I could learn to mend
The broken pieces of someone else
Before I stitched together the broken
Parts of myself
You’re dying, people used to say
I can’t love someone who is dying
I used to hear
When I look back now
I question the psycho appeal of
Gathering the harmed pieces
Of life and holding them
Tightly to your chest
Knowing when you drop them
They will fall harder
And crack in 10 new places
I guess it’s the appeal of knowing
A murderer who kills people
Can kill the demons inside you
Just the same

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