you.

If you were a story,
I would read you
Cover to cover
Without hesitation,
And if you were a song,
I would play you
On repeat
For a week
Maybe two.

But you're not.

You're a cracked empty soul,
With the world on your shoulders.

You're a shattered piece of glass,
Whose eyes are never dry.

You're a broken heartless monster,
Who hasn't done anything wrong.

If you were a friend,
I would refill your soul
And remove the earth from your shoulders.

If you meant something to me,
I would glue you back together
And dry your weary eyes.

If I knew you better,
I would fix your broken heart
And mend your hurting monster.

If you weren't so me...

If you weren't me.