Being Whole

You were such a broken little thing when we first met

with your head held high 

and your nose in the air,

but you were kind

deep down on the inside you are kind.

I was not yet whole

so we wandered our world together. 

I still love you like I used to

I still love you like you're family,

But there came a day when I became whole

and you were still broken

and holding you together was too much for me

I miss you more than I would ever admit

but you're such a broken little thing and I just can't keep up anymore.