With your touch I just might shatter—

Into a million pieces I can’t put back together.

My porcelain skin shivers at the mere thought—

How could something so beautiful be so flawed?

I am only human though I feel more fragile than that—

At times when I feel my world’s about to crumble at last.

Although I wait for its impact I do not embrace it—

Why would someone want to face one of depression’s natives?

“Think positive” I repeat in hopes of something better—

Though there is a frown on the face of the reflection in the mirror.

Is it possible for you be my fall from grace—

Like gravity pulling downward to stop my release?

I need you like glue to help mend my scars—

Put back the pieces and begin from the start.


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