You were born with only one arm,
I was born with one heart,
both are broken,
both are in part.
You wear a fake sleeve of plastic
so people won't stare,
I plaster a smile so no one notices
tears reflected there.
You are brave despite what people say,
you are not ashamed to be born this way,
I'm a shy stutter away from admitting my truth,
I don't have to be in love with you.
You looked at me the night we met
when I was longing for an ex-boyfriend
and put your synthetic arm upon my back
told me soon I'd be back on track,