ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump
It’s like you just want someone to tear it out of you, stick it in the middle of the freeway during the morning rush hour and then hand it back to you flattened, dried out, beaten and bloodied. You take it back and realize that it wasn’t enough so you shove it in the microwave set on high for 30 minutes… just short of burning your house down.
When that’s all done you force it back into the gaping cavity it originated from, but it’s still not quite right, and maybe it never will be, and sometimes you have to wonder if taking the time to heal it is even worth the trouble.
Of course, you still hope that maybe, just maybe that initial person will tear it out of you and just surround it with kittens, cotton candy, rainbows and ice cream. A giant sparkly life jacket made out of bubble wrap to protect it. And that hope keeps you going while you try to patch the hole you opened up for someone who didn’t deserve the opportunity.
