You throw grenades
in my direction and
then run away, leaving
me to try to make sense
of the rubble and dirt
you leave behind.

Oh look!
Upon that rock,
  A dream does lie
   I stood in shock
    as it dashed into flight
     I watched it's silhouette
      On the setting sun
       Not long now
        'Till night will come
         Catch it
          Run
           It's not too late
            Dear child,
             You haven't a moment to wait!
              Said the sea,
               And the sand,
                And the whispering breeze
                 So I raced down the beach
                   And I chased down my dreams
                    And now I couldn't be happier

"But I'm damaged" she said with watery eyes fixed on the moon

"We are all damaged goods...we are all cardboard boxes with fragile stickers handled by people that don't give a ****..and that's why we are shattered from the inside and that's why the deeper we get to know each other the more we hurt ourselves on the broken pieces but I guess rarely you find people tough and willing to rampage through it to find the pieces of you that aren't so sharp around the edges...the beautiful pieces of who you really are..and then they stick them together and try to fix us and sometimes they can..it's like we were never really broken..and if that's not something beautiful I don't know what is"