You stand there
silently cracking until
you are broken,
scattered in a
million pieces.
I pick you up and
hold you together with my
bleeding hands because your
chemistry is still fighting
our efforts to put you back together.
I kiss your every scratch,
hoping that you will become
whole again,
hoping that you will
one day be able to
stand
without crumbling.

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