Healing, but still Hurting

I give you my heart, ripped and tattered.
You will glue the pieces together with your words, and it will be okay.
It will all be okay.
 
I will go to the next person, and use their glue.
The holes in my heart, though temporarily full, will continue to ache.
It will all be okay.
 
My heart will tremble, and sometimes it will fail.
You will still hold me tight.
It will all be okay.