Halfway

I will kiss you, but I can't talk all day.
I will hold your hand, but I cannot hold you all the way.
I always think about you, but you're driving me insane.
I wish the things that strummed your heartstrings was the very blood in my veins. 
I do not know if I find it complimentary, or completely superficial, that you only want me around because I am "pretty" or a "nice girl."
Sadly, I am blue about this, maybe even grey...
When I start to love someone who is broken, just enough to break me, to fix the puzzle pieces that shouldn't be...
I am sorry...
I am me.