I think.

I think I might be able to pick myself back up and put back together again. 

I think. 

I think I might thrive and survive were you to remove yourself from me.  

I think.  

But I cannot guarantee myself this can happen and I smother in my own demise.  

I think I might stay broken this time.  

I think I’ve scattered to far to collected my aching pieces.  


2012