Originally written 9/3/11 but edited 4/16/12

***Very Rough Draft***
Edit 4/19/12
I wished my band aid big enough for everyone.
But it barely protected my papercut.
I wished she weren't abandoned, left to balance the financial burden of her family on her fragile neck.
I didn't know how to help her decipher love and whether she should stay.
I worried she would be stuck, unhappy in her nine to five, homesick and afraid.
I watched as feelings of abandonment encircled him, at rest atop his head, refusing to budge. Temporarily nesting on his permanent cloud of gloom.
They all waited for love, to feel worthy and less lonely once again.
I thought I had all the answers.
A new bottle of rubbing alcohol to take away the worries that plagued us.
But sometimes you have to acknowledged that there just isn't enough to go around.
That life can't be bandaged together and people can't be fixed.
------------------------ They shouldn't be. Because oftentimes, one person's broken is another's perfect.
And after all, life is a journey.