You Don't Have To Fix Me

Could we sit here for awhile?

Could we sit here in this silence?

You don't have to say a word.

Please don't say a word.

Just sit here next to me

Till this numbness starts to thaw.

You don't even have to fix me

Or put my broken pieces back together.

Just remind me 

That one day I will be able

To hold a completely perfect circle

Instead of this 

-This shattered broken thing. 

Could we sit here for awhile?

Could we sit here in this silence?

Please don't say you see my broken,

Just my broken and nothing else,

Nothing like potential or possibility.

Can you stand to see my broken

And hear it slip right off my tongue?

Can you watch me slide

Down some slope or dig my own pit 

-My own grave?

You don't have to answer.

I know it by the way you sit with me.

My broken isn't some wall

You have to will yourself right over.

My broken is like your broken.

My cracks are as invisible as yours

Until they begin to show.

This ache is one we both share,

And that is why we sit in our silences.

We sit next to each other

And our ugly brokenness,

And we overlook the flaws,

The broken fences,

The shattered windows of our souls

Because we know we only mirror.