my brain.

We've been joking so lightly
about these heavy things. 
I was never sure
if we should be happy or act sad. 
And who could know
what we were feeling all of this for,
but there had to be
someone else somewhere
feeling possibly even more.

There's something inside of me
suggesting that I might be better off,
getting closer to you. 
I replied that I had been broken
too many times before. 

You told me I had decided
to hold my ground,
I wasn't broken anymore. 

Just a fear
I could learn to live without. 

Ever since I found
my place in these arms,
I'm not broken anymore.