I don't want to mess up,
Fall and break into a million pieces,
Where I would be stepped on,
Or buried in a pile of stained dirt,
And frowned upon by the universe,
Because of my inevitable inadequacy.
If I fall and break,
I want to be picked up by warm hands,
And put back together piece by piece,
Treated with care and love,
Even if I'm a century worth of repair.
And when I'm fixed,
I want to feel alive again,
Instead of a broken doll
With no hope of being whole
Or perfect.
Everytime I fall it should be a journey
Instead of a shameful thing
To hide from the world.
Because falling alone is like dying,
And being fixed is like coming back to life.
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Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
