All that I've been thinking of
is how people always try
to slowly unfold me
so that I can be altered inside;
they never just accept me
for the broken puzzle that I am.
I've been closing my eyes
and visiting the past,
realising that my lost heart
will never be loved,
because as soon as people find it,
they try to change it
before they love it;
and that's not how love
should ever be.
