Read Poetry: IF YOU COULD FIX ME, by Melissa R. Mendelson

If somebody could fix me,

I wouldn’t know where to begin.

The mechanics of my heart

might be beyond repair,

and the confusion in my brain

may have erased any hopes

of remembering the dreams

that I wanted to create.

Glue might hold my body together,

but what about the sadness

that lies in my soul?

What about the regret and anger

that flow through my very veins,

or the lack of passion I feel?

Do I even want to be fixed?

Am I just a machine that could be repaired

with all my flaws taken away,

or is time pulling me apart?

What if they can’t put me back together again?

I’m left holding pieces of myself.

via Read Poetry: IF YOU COULD FIX ME, by Melissa R. Mendelson