We fit
You and I
You're broken but tape I use to bend you back, is slightly used, so u think u can't hold up well
See you're tainted, and the airbrush I try to use too cover your scars....as only few breaths left and with each inhale, I paint something beautiful and with each exhale, you notice another stain....
As I try to fix you with the broken and used pieces of me. I tear a corner off me to just.... fit you.... perfectly.....
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A well crafted love poem nicely brought forth with a tinge of humour. Thanks for sharing Jerica and do remain enriched.