Big Girl.

I am a big girl, 

And they don't cry right?

They don't show off their

Broken bones, broken hearts, broken anything

Like a shiny, new toy.

 

Rubber can only be stretched to a certain point before it snaps;

So too do our hearts.

 

Callused fingertips stretch all over the neck 

Just to get the damn F# note,

All the while wanting to grasp at what the

Universe has in store for me. 

Maybe the Universe likes music?

I hope so, 'cause that's all I have left.

 

After all, I'm only human.