it's sad that this is the only way we communicate what we're feeling

broken this
broken that
broken promises
broken hearts
broken bones

brake...

i'm beginning to think "broken"
is the only word she knows of
well i've got new for her
everything is broken
or has been broken
at some point in time
yes, everything has been broken

things are supposed to break
that's how the pieces get put back together
to make something better
that's how things evolve

see, she forgets
that nothing and no one is perfect
and i think she thinks she's supposed to be

if she were perfect,
i would not love her
no one loves to be around someone that doesn't break
because then they would never grow
and i like a person who can grow

and, you see, she forgets also
that she grows
everyday, she grows
i miss being a part of that growth
i miss seeing her grow
i hope she is flourishing

because i'd like to see how much taller she stands
in the end of this
and maybe she'll see
that even though i'm four foot ten
we can stand tall
together

you see, i don't want her to give up
i don't want her to give up
i don't want her to give up
on us
but i think she is
and every day i don't talk to her
i feel more and more like she's slipping away
like she is forgetting
that what we have
is so much more
than skin
and blood
and heart
and body
no, what we have cannot be contained
cannot be constrained
by these insignificant human entities

what we have is soul
and a soul cannot be contained by anything
but she is trying, i think
she is trying to contain the soul we share
because she is afraid
afraid of hurting me
afraid of hurting her
afraid of a lot of things
so she is enclosing

this isn't something that can be contained.