The Broken Me

Everytime they end up the same... so why do I always try again... I always know I will end up defeated... and in the end more broken then before... But I pick up the little pieces that are left of me and dare try to put my self together... I tumble and fall... But you were different... this time when I fell I fell harder then I ever had before but instead of landing at your feet... I landed in your warm embrace... I told you 3 simple words and somehow you felt the same... my broken pieces the broken me apparently you loved.... All of me which that is pretty hard to believe... You think there is no flaws and I believe there is so many cracks to me but yet you still call me yours... and every time I feel like I am about to shatter... You always seem to not let me you calm me down and tell me its not my fault I see it in your eyes that you yourself are trying not to explode... you come with the glue and tape and make sure I am okay when I do tell you I am okay your bomb turns off and it never hits zero you give me that one smile in the whole world that I couldn't love more and stare at me with those big blue eyes and when I am with you... Everything can only be alright