Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Used to be... Okay?

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.