you.

You are not a smile

Which is fake at times

You are not whole

That compliments half of mine.

You are not a door

Which a single key unlocks

And you are not a gossip

About whom everyone talks.

You are a crack in a broken window

Something that isn't nice on the look

You are a million unread stories

Trapped in just one book.

You are a window to the prison

That is unbroken and strong

You're the weakness people find in them

And you're a support all along.