broken things

i’m so tired of broken things, broken people, broken wings.

why can’t the things i care about stay whole?

it feels like i’ve spent my entire life waiting for the other shoe to drop, but i’m so tired of that co-dependence, investing in what other people do, hanging by my fingernails from someone else’s rollercoaster. and i don’t even like carnival rides.

i didn’t cause it, i can’t cure it and i can’t control it. i can only do what i can do.

when it comes down to it, the only one i can depend on, is me. but sometimes it would be so fantastic if that weren’t so.

(don’t mind me, it’s just one of those mercurial days/daze).