I don’t want my pieces mended
What comforts me is that you’ve been broken too
Jagged edges and blurred lines-
I’m a jigsaw of them all.
I don’t want the pieces to fit perfectly
What matters is they make sense to you
When shadows criss-cross all around us
What matters is you can still see through
And as we lie on a bed of splintered bits and shards
All that matters is that I lie here with you.
