Honestly, the fuck is an "ode"

I feel like that word's overused.

The word "broken" feels that way, too

(High five for the classy transition, me!).

Is anything whole?

Broken dreams

Broken promises

Broken hearts

We're surrounded by jagged puzzle pieces

Desperately trying to fit together.

Can people be broken?

I just tried to do that thing where you tuck a leg underneath you when you sit

But I'm not graceful.

I did it wrong and hurt my damn foot

Tried to hide my mistake

By laughing at myself

Only to start giggling /a lot/

Am I broken?

What if I told you I once cried at a picture of Danny DeVito because he was just really cute?

Or that I found a /really/ stale mint that had probably been in my bag since high school...

...and ate it anyway?

Or maybe it's the scars on my arms that make me broken?

Counseling appointments,

My lacking grades,

The way I feel at night?

Or maybe the word broken's just

Overused.

Honestly,

I think we're all whole people

Trying to find a reason for our jagged edges

But none of us are really,

Truly,

Broken.

 

-anon