Once were lost these pieces of me, but she brought them all together and her I found.
Now, thrown against the wall I shatter into splinters and chips of all I had found in her.
All the other halves of these pieces were inside her all along.
And there they remain as I lie here among the trash.

This is who I am. A martyr, a loser, garbage to all I love. I used to choose this. Now it is forced upon me.
She tells me I will find someone, she also knows I won't.
Even if everything we were ...