there is the special people,
the ones who notice things,
but do not anger.
the ones whose hearts remain taped/glued/mended/held together.
the ones who do not have cups taped over their eyes,
making their vision blurry,
only able to see what is directly in front of them.
i have not a single person like this in my life,
i only pass them on the street,
sit near them on the trolley,
or catch a glance of them walking past my window.
i suppose its good they aren't in my life,
for i am sure i would break them,
like i have broken all that have come before them.
my only wish is for a bottle of glue.