Fra gme nts
I wish I could patch myself up,
before the damage is done.
I’m not strong enough after.
Danger saw from miles away-
they should have alerts for this-
preparation could save a life,
or at least a tear or two.
Each heartbreak hits harder,
although they’re all the same.
I didn’t love them more,
my heart’s just sore from the others.
And I think I’d be fine,
if I could prevent what I know is coming.
I can’t though, so I just wait,
let everything hit,
causing so much pain.
You know, I thought I’d be immune to hurt by now,
God knows I’ve felt enough.
Should’ve built a tolerance,
but maybe there is no such thing.
I’ll always feel pain.
So let the pain hit yet again,
breaking me into pieces,
fragments,
that will never be whole.
I’ll never be whole.
I wish I could patch myself up,
before the damage is done.
I’m not strong enough after.
