It may come as a surprise to you
that I am nothing more than
a body made of shattered glass.
I feel like I've never had a home.
I've had many places to live,
but a roof over my head never made me whole,
and an apology could never fix my sorry heart.
I do feel melodramatic
for letting the idea of reckless abandon
intoxicate me so fiercely.
But I've always been drawn to
bright lights and dark corners,
and if I make my own world into hell,
it won't be so bad when I arrive at my destination.