What Do They Know?

December 19, 2011
I'm broken.

Pick up the pieces.
Try and solve the puzzle
Of what's left behind.
Fix me.

I'm reckless.

Taking blind leaps
Of sheer defiance.
Unthinking and impulsive.
Control me.

I'm yearning.

For something,
I'm bursting with desire.
Love me.

They say I'm unfixable.
They say I'm hated.
They say I'm feared.

But what do they know?

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