I will take you as you are,

In the three thousand shards,

All scattered across the floor.

I will take you as you are,

And glue you to cracked perfection,

If you'll take me as I am,

Punched in the reflection,

With a fist sized hole in my chest.

I will write you pretty words,

To ease you into rest.

We're two broken halves,

Molded together,

No holes, but wholes.

Our flesh like thin ice,

Breakable by heated breath.

Frozen down the spine,

With a cold shoulder,

And a glare of death.

If you'll take me as I am,

With words branded in my brain,

That makes me flinch,

At the sound of your name.

I'll recite pretty words,

To sneak and steal your breath,

And ease you into rest.