Naive
That's what they call me
I can't tell if they're lying to me or not
Or if they are just being selfish

Sometimes
I feel so broken
Like a doll falling off a shelf
And hitting the floor repeatedly

Our pieces
Can be put back together eventually
It'll take time, and trust, and love
I know we can mend it completely

Distance
Holds us back, and refrains us
From being as close as we could be
But long-term...it'll just make us stronger