I tried to put all the pieces together
But they didn’t quite fit
Tried using duct tape and glue
Kept hammering nails into it
But all it did was damage the wood
Over and over again
And… I wish I could say they gave me the wrong tools
Or they gave me the wrong set and pieces
But somehow I just feel like it’s my fault
I’m just not the carpenter I thought I could be
So I’m sitting here in the rubble of disappointment
And wondering why I was never good enough to build it
And there is no more space for nails and bolts
And I have run out of duct tape
And I’ve got no more money or strength to go out and buy more
So I’m sitting here…
Burning thoughts in the flames
And pretending that I was constructing a bonfire all along
Because I was
Taylor
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