This is, not something you can fix, it’d been, broken, since from, before we were, even “together” (where’s that sign that says, “I’m with STUPID!” again???). Not something you can fix, my porcelain doll broke before I grew up, “she” never made it, into her adolescent years, or even, adulthood!
Not something you can fix, this god DAMN so-called, marriage (yeah, uh as if I will, ever BE married to you???). Not something you can fix, it’d been, broken to, BEYOND repair, and, I’m still NOT the one who broke it, so, because I wasn’t the one who’d, broken it, and I don’t gotta, FIX it. Not something you can fix, this broken marriage of ours, there’s, NO way you or I, can tape up the broken pieces…
like, this???
just how the FUCK (pardon!), can you, possibly, FIX this, huh??? Photo from online…
Not something you can fix, not this time, I’d, let you fix it before, because I thought, there was, still forgiveness inside of this broken heart of mine. Not something you can fix, there’s, nothing you can do, but allow it to, break, to shatter, to, get totaled, like that car in that god damn, head-on, collision.
Life, the Obstacle Course 