When I was little I fell off the monkey bars and scraped my knee Instead of running off to the swings I got back up there and I held on to each rung so tightly I had blisters in my palms but when I got to the end I felt breathless and maybe that's where it started.
When I began driving I would grasp the wheel so tightly as if the more pressure I applied, the better I could steer. I always got perfect scores on my driving tests but my fingers ached when I finally had it in park.
I've been clinging to the remnants of a friendship that I tripped into and I didn't try to get back up or strive for perfection because I liked it the way it was and I keep smiling while you walk away but I can't wave Because you broke my wrist when you pulled away but I don't think that's all that's Broken.