my love...

my love could heal him,
this i thought.
my love, 
my love.
it was always about my love.
but how convince a person,
that love is all we need?
a person so broken,
that his pieces,
were spread out thin.
i would shake him in despair,
as if from a nightmare he'd awake.
then i would run my fingers,
through his hair,
and gently caress his anxious face.

my love could fix us,
this i thought.
my love,
my love.
it was never enough my love.
but how convince myself,
that being broken was all he knew?
that all his pain,
and now i was broken too.
then he would run his fingers,
through my hair,
and softly wipe my tears away.
hold me against his chest,
never have i ever felt more safe.

my love 
his love,
our love.
it was a tragic love,
and it had to end.
our broken pieces,
wandered off,
into lifetimes
we'll never live again.