We speak yet do you truly hear me?
Our words are but a mist,
Against the walls we built up.
Only when we fight do we truly see,
The flaws between the bliss,
Yet we turn our heads.
Naive to the cuts as we bleed,
Fixed by a bandaid kiss,
Though the wound still flows.
Yet, I still love you.
We may be broken,
But fractured perfectly,
Our broken pieces fit together,
Like a puzzle that was meant to be.