"Calling All Angels"
Dear Johnny Angel,
Dear everyone else out there listening;
I'm dying.
I'm dying and its strange because you'd expect that after all the other dying lives I've rushed to, pouring my soul into letting them live, or at least making things okay to live with, that maybe they would come now to save me, whilst I'm dying, like they once had been.
But no one's coming.
Why are you not coming? Is it because its better to let me pick up my own pieces? What if i do it the wrong way? Who knows better than me? Or maybe you're afraid? Are you afraid you cannot help me? Are you afraid, that after seeing little else than maybe a polished piece of something, that underneath there might be a scratch? A scratch, a something you can't rebuff or refill? It that why you're not here?
That's bs.
I wish i could've been like you. I wish I could have fallen apart, shattered, sometime way back when the pieces were too small to break into anything that much smaller. Then maybe I would have been like you are now, together now, the chips and cracks all polished now, gone now. Gotten it all together now?
I know you're not complete now. We might never be,
but you are still so much more whole than I am.
And so i'm dying. Someone somewhere dropped me at the wrong time. Better late than never?
I'm sorry,
and still no one's coming.
-LL
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