you’re so messed up,
all I want to do is scream at your brokenness.
but the truth is that i’m pretty messed up, too.
i’m screaming at my own brokenness.
and they say you can’t fix people,
so maybe let’s just be ruptured together,
and hope that our fractured pieces
somehow stick together
like a shattered mirror
that someone tried to glue together once.