My promise of love
came with no hidden conditions...

When we first met,
I could see a pain burning in your eyes...

I do not want to remain broken
for the rest of my life...

I am not a broken egg shell
that you need to try and fix...

Holding the pills in the palm of my hand,
my mind flashes back to a place of darkness...

I am the tattered photograph
carried as a memory...

I am the piece of furniture
that comes without instructions...

What can I do to make you love me again?
What can I do to make you want to stay...

I wish it didn't matter
that love does not protect you...

Surely knowledge is knowledge,
no matter how that knowledge is acquired...

My ears turn themselves off to every sound,
yet the words of your voice flutter in...

Just when you think it's over-
nothing left to give...