I’ve tried to love,
but love is a broken thing,
and it does not know how to hold me.

I tried, you see,
I tried to love the way you wanted,
if I was too much, I shrank,
if I was too little,
I stretched myself thin.

I gave the parts of me that could still love,
kept offering until they were all gone,
until I had nothing but hands that begged
for something, anything,
to fill the...