I'm the girl whose love stories are made
of scraps of people that once
were and are not anymore
The girl who each and every time
has fallen for people that appear
damaged beyond repair
I accept them with this fact
as if they came factory
defective
but that doesn't make them
any less worthy of love
But it's a deceptive nature
that of oneself
because in the end they can be saved
I'm drawn to carbon because I know
one day they'll be diamonds
And I give, and I give
And I give
Give myself
give everything
give it all to them
because that's the only way I know
how to love
Until one day I realized
they're alright
no more fighting when drinking
no more doubting themselves
no more fear of the future
no more death wishes
hatred and despair
And with that my heart fosters
hope
hope of my finally happy ending
a house, kids, a dog
grocery shopping, the afternoon tea
the sitcoms and the soap operas
the sore feet and the hair knots
the morning warmth, and the smell of clean laundry
the time for you and me
hope previously resigned once I signed
the "all for all" contract
I could never dream about broken bones
But it doesn't take long for me to realize
once they're alright
that the change is not good
at least not for an us we can speak of
because they're not the same person tha
fell for me
but I'm still the same person that sings
of promises of "love no matter what"
with an accompanying tune of "what ifs"
that come crashing down on me once all
has been said and done
and my only gain at the end of the day
is an empty space beside me and the skin
and pieces they left behind
which so happens to be the poison that
once made them so broken
and I'm breaking, and I'm breaking
and I'm breaking