i wanted you like the healed burn i have on my index finger. i wanted to prove my worth, my independence, my competence. to prove i was a big girl, i could do what others couldn't, i could push myself beyond the expectations of a child. to be useful to someone, to anyone, even if it was only me.
so there i was, glue gun in hand and craft in the other. combining together two compatible pieces to make a beautiful whole.
i didn't expect the glue to come to me instead.
and it burned. straight through the first layer of skin, straight down to the gooey and hidden bits no should ever see.
i didn't make a fuss. i didn't say a word, because i knew if i did, the pieces would get taken away from me because of my actions.
so, i went over to the fan, ripped the glue off my skin, and let it cool on my own. because i was a big girl and could let my trivial feelings go.
