We live
in a world where an object's value is judged by how mint
a condition it is in; there must be no frayed edges or cracks
in the porcelain and the engine should run without ever
stalling but sweetheart I need you to know that this law does
not also apply to human beings. See I need your recovering
addictions and your occasional madness, I love you for your
overuse of cursing and near-debilitating sadness. I don't
want to f.ucking
fix you — I want to be smashed alongside your pieces
till my pieces and your pieces make something close to a
whole. I would sooner see the universe collapse than have you
forced into becoming somebody you're not. See we are all
soldiers in the same s.hitty
war and though I would never fire your bullets I'd jump
on godd.amn
grenades for you. Because I am not here to fix or save you
— this is me letting you know that people are not
hospitals, they are harnesses; I'll only catch you when
you fall.
— Beau Taplin,
Brokenhearted
Roadshow
