What happens
When the glue
Just doesn’t work?
When all the pieces
Are scattered
Left in shards on the floor?
What happens
When the staples
All run out?
And all the memories—
They fade.
Like a siren
In the distance?
What happens
When the tape
Has no sticky side?
When all that
You’re ashamed of,
Is exposed
And you cry?
When the world
Finally ends
And the secrets
Are revealed,
When the darkness
Engulfs us
And our eyes
Become pointless,
When those that
We trust
Turn on us
And hurt us,
Our love is
Misled,
And we lose
All our senses.
What happens?
When all our
Mistakes
Become our last
Treasured feelings,
When all of our
Flaws
Become the
Brand new
Perfection,
When the screams
You had ignored
Are like blasts
On stereos
And all you can do
To stop
The source of the pain,
Is band together
And protect,
And love,
One another.
When the
Adhesives
Stop working,
And imperfections become real,
Then all the glue
And the staples
And the tape
That we used…
Won’t be needed.
Because then
We will see
We can no longer
Fix ourselves.
That’s when we will realize
That we are only just
Humans.
And then we’ll
Become the glue.
And fix each other up.
Together.
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I really hope this inspires people to be different! :D
~Mikaila <|:3
