Touch

Broken,
I let him touch me,
Glue together pieces of me
That have been shattered.
He is artful, glazing over my body
While I think of other things
I volunteered to be fixed
Though this glaze doesn’t work
It covers my body, making me shine,
But where is the glue? I think,
Why won’t this fix me?
I am still broken
Shiny as ever, though not fixed
I ponder
Will I ever feel whole again?