Shell.

I have told you time and time again you are a piece of shit.
And meant it, too, my love; meant it in every single way.
From the way you stand to the way you fall by a simple touch;
Down to your crippled knees and your oh so beautiful face.

I have told you time and time again you are nothing to me.
And meant it too, my love; meant it in the harsh tone it was said.
Telling myself I will one day break you at the core, leave you nothing.
And yet I build you up piece by piece from your wide bottom.

I have told you time and time again that I love you.
And meant it, too, my love; meant it in every single way.
Leaving pieces of you, nothing substantial, leave you in water.
But still I love the broken shell drowning in the ocean.