You don’t get to break
what I bled to piece back together.
Yes,
we all do damage.
Even when we mean to heal,
we leave fingerprints in the cracks.
Some hands destroy without touching.
Others tremble just to hold.
You don’t get to break
what I bled to piece back together.
Yes,
we all do damage.
Even when we mean to heal,
we leave fingerprints in the cracks.
Some hands destroy without touching.
Others tremble just to hold.
reflections of an unquiet mind 