I am out tonight putting together fragments of myself
In an effort to attain you, perfection.
I know that you are beautiful
And neat,
And pure,
All these things I am not.
Although lies I am fed
Convince me otherwise.
All things are created and destined to be broken someday.
Beautify the breakage.
Hold it close.
Love it.
And when it is time-
I am out tonight with a flame
Covering burn marks
Piecing myself together.
Leaving you behind.