I can't fix you

Make up excuses,
To disassemble my love.

Make up a way,
To push me away.

Pull me apart and tamper with me.
Just like one of your cars.

I can’t stand the smell of grease anymore.

You reek of it.

You reek of filth,
Desire.

You reek of a boy who will hurt me,
Just so that he can remain,
Who he is.
What he is.
Without having to give up his emotions,
Without having to betray himself.

You reek of a boy,
That I can’t stay away from.
I’m intrigued.
By everything you are.

Because when I’m around you.
You take away my guard.
When I’m around you,
I feel like you know just how to fix me.
As if I was one of your cars.
As if I was something that needed fixing.

But I don’t need fixing,
Just a little love.

But that’s something you can’t give.
Because you won’t let me help you.
And I don’t know how anymore.

That’s why I hate that smell.
It reminds me I failed.
It brings down my guard.
Pulls me apart.
So that I fall to pieces in your lap.

So that you can look at me with a sigh of resignation,
So that you just do your job,
And begin to reassemble me.

But I can’t fix you.

Can I?