Fix

Written by Jacob Ibrag

I’m tired of meeting people

that are waiting for me to

fix them. ‘Barely know your

name and now you need me

to be your architect? Have

you ever thought to consider

that maybe we’re together

because you’re nothing like

the rest?’ They’d look at me

but not really, focusing on my

smile, ignoring the broken

interior. Don’t expect anyone

 to fix me, just thought that

we could fill each other.

Photographer Unknown