Until then

Brooklyn

I sit here and I wonder so many thoughts, knowing the repairs to my heart can't be bought. 

Sometimes I wonder if I can ever be fixed, or would I want it, my feelings are mixed. 

I know I'm happier and healthier, but, something feels deeply wrong in my gut.

I do not want to change all of me, but I cannot find anyone to agree. 

All they want is their perfect Brooklyn back, but no one knows the maniac. 

Parts of me are kept secret from the rest, something I truly detest. 

Try as they may, they never understand me, because deep down, that's the way I want it to be. 

4/7/12