I'm tired. Of the brokeness. Sometime in my 30s I fell apart. I used to be made of rubber - bouncing from one grand adventure to the next. Then the cracks came. Sometime in the nights - quiet like thieves and those tale-tell wrinkles around your eyes.
And I broke.
Fell to bits and a thousand pieces. Splattered legos droped from a rooftop in a rainbow of carnage.
I don't want you to heal me.
Fix me.
Save me.
Just give me some crazy glue and hope.
And a fucking band-aid.
Okay?
