Feeling broken like a toy that is no longer.
Only some scrap now.
I pick you up and look at the details.
Your right shoulder is torn, your eyes are faded to grey.
The wheels that kept you moving are bent.
I examine you to every detail.
To a child, they would want a shiny new one.
When i see you, i dont reject you.
I pick you up and bring you home to be repaired.
I try to fix the bents and rips to make it look as good as new.
I repaint the chipped and tattered areas and redo a smile on your face.
When finished, i gently kiss it and put it on the table thats in front of me.
I give it a little push and it moves forward like it will until it needs to be repaired again.
