I wrote a poem.

Jigsaw families break into pieces
that all the super glue and duct tape in the world
couldn't mend
Blubbering rivers cross wrinkly canyons
Your face is a map
of a place I don’t want to go
But I’ll be there with you
bearing Kleenex and cookies
Sticky fingers fiddle with radio dials
gripping the wheel of a broken car
on a broken road
speeding away from a broken home

I don’t know where we’re going
but we’re going there together
because all the misfortune in the world
couldn't stop me from being your friend
Heartbreak is just another piece of your puzzle
So is family
So am I
And all the jagged pieces in the world
couldn't make your puzzle any less beautiful
in the end


(it's about my best friend)
(her life kind of sucks right now)
(and I feel bad)
(because I didn't know)
(until 9:11 tonight)