Torn at the seams

If I was to give my heart, I'd have to fix a few parts
stick some glue inbetween the cracks, staple the halves along the scars
sellotape the segmented fragments together
hope that they don't fall apart in bad weather

If I was to give you my soul, I'd have to repair a few little holes
from the days when I was bitter and angry, I let the hate swallow me whole
where I let the stormy waters get in, they wore down the fixtures and fittings within
need to cement a new shell, I'd have to plaster over the old broken skin

If I was to give myself, I would have to replace a few lost memory shelves
places where my mind losses track, remnants of my shattered failed health
I would have to pave a new path, the old one is full of potholes and cracks
that I stumble on, like the words I try to find when I want to speak back

If I was to give my love, I would have to paper over the self doubts
the ones I see in the mirror peering out
I'd have to mend the parts that see only hurt, the fear that builds in the bricks and the beams

I would have to build a new me, one that isn't as torn at the seams

Thanks For Reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.