Broken but Ready to be Fixed

Should you try to fix the broken?
if not will it ever re-heal?
When I’m with you
I’m alive and I feel.

Was it real? Was it true? 
Did you mean what you said?
Did it happen? Did it not?
Was it all in my head?

What happened in the past
now feels like a dream 
when I see you again
My heart rips at the seams

You know you did wrong 
But then who can judge?
I’ve tried oh so hard
to hold on to a grudge.

You probably don’t want 
to drag up the past
but if the truth was always  spoke
It’s not strange it should last. 

I’m alone writing this
and I ask why I do?
am I lonely or jst mad,
or do I just still love you?