Why me?

Why do you only give me the broken pieces of you?
Do you want me to put you back together?

Because I will.
I would love to.

I would take all the broken pieces you have given me and add them to the bits and pieces I have chipped away from you and stolen from you and I would build you back up again in a
shining, burning, mirror image of you, perfect.

I would bind all the bits and pieces together with dreams and wishes
Then with a kiss and a wish I would set you free
Perfect you, never free of me

Turned Phrases

"I got into an accident"
"I lost my baby"
Neither of those statements is completely true. The most recent "accident", I was rear-ended by another car Monday. I didn't do anything, I was at a complete stop.
As for losing my baby, completely untrue. I didn't misplace a damn thing!
Bah! I haven't been in "an accident" since 2004, that was my fault. I fess up, I wrecked my car. But the phrase "I was in an accident" brought to mind the December of Disaster 2004.
I'm in the mood to place blame and to use "quotes" inappropriately and employ italics because all my views are slanted.

Is it my shoes?

"I will stand on my own"
Well that whole idea is out the window. Not exactly a revelation. I should be more humbled by the whole idea.
At twenty-eight years old I am unable to support myself. In the twenty-eight years I have been alive I have never been solely responsible for supporting myself.
I have never had to stand on my own two feet. I don't do that now. I don't see myself doing so in the future.
~le sigh~

The dreams

The dreams are keeping me from sleeping. Vivid, realistic, disturbing dreams. Waking up bewildered and confounded. Questioning which is my true reality, the dream I wake from or the dream I walk through.

One month gone

and being overtly friendly has gotten me nowhere! None of the changes stuck. I'm bored. Last night I switched all the curtains in my house around. W00-hoo, what an exciting night.
Blah.

when the __________ invade (98-99)

I'll be ready. Well probably not. Most of my life I have lived with irrational fears.
If you are feeling really open minded and I like you ask me about Los Trasgos someday.
Back to irrational fears. When I was eighteen years old I refused to drive anywhere without several days worth of canned food and two changes of clothes. I carried toilet paper in the glove box along with extra forks. I wore combat boots with every outfit. But the nightmares started anyway. All ready with my canned goods to last out the Apocalypse but alas NO CAN OPENER!!!!! I accepted my fate. I was destined to be eliminated for lack of proper planning.
From the ages of nineteen thru twenty I carried a can-opener key chain, just in case.

update

Bellicose Eponymous
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Grow a pair.

I've decided that refers to boobs. Boobs make the world go round. Nobody gets ball augmentation.