Broken

How do you fix someone that's been shattered one to many times,
her pieces scattered across the pages, blood seeping through the binds, Crumpling away like the old pavement, hit by one to many rain storms,
Plus who would waste the glue,
knowing she can never be whole,
she's easier to replace,
then to help fill in her tattered soul,
how foolish is she to believe....

someone could ever love the     incomplete...