I see you broken

I see you broken,
Your body rejects your heart, I mean that’s why you stay up late
’cause your mind is at war with your conscience,
In the midst of all the confusion a therapist found you,
The cracks of your broken vase were filled with gold
And your scars looked oh so beautiful,
The ugly duckling turned into a swan and graced again
You came outta yo’ lonely cocoon,
A butterfly crazed in Savannah colors.
One thing they never told you though is,
Don’t fall in love with your therapist.
You see, a mechanic does not keep a repaired vehicle,
But’ll always be glad to a few engine checks if needed
When you unnoticeably noticed that you were not the one and only
You became the sleek Porsche jealous of the 80’s Peugeot
You fell in love :
With the repairer, not the repair that made you alive for the road,
With the artist, not the artwork of nostalgic moments
With the wordsmith, not the poetic stream of words that made happiness flow into your heart,
With the singer, not the songs sang to you whose lyrics curved your lips into a smile,
With the doctor, not the stitches woven onto you,
That was a shoulder to lean on and not a dick to ride on, your selfish denies you freedom
You don’t belong to your therapist because there are others like you in line for repair,
A therapist knows and belongs to a therapist,
I would’ve told you that Jesus is the only therapist that’ll love you back,
But you’re too naive to understand,
Now, now, we have to go back to the first line;
I see you broken