They Always Do

I took fractured pieces
made shapes of roses and your heavy heart

you didn’t know it was yours
as you guided my hand
sweeping up the lasting pieces of me
you knew then I was empty
a spectacle

with a vessel woven tight
you had faith in your might
that you could create
a mosaic out of my heart now

that I needed you
you believed
you could create the container for my chaos

they always do