We were two severely broken things
and though I was promised someone to mend me
I couldn't bear to get better before you.
so I replaced all your lost pieces with my own
and glued you back together with the blood I lost from slicing my hands when I touched you.
And when you were whole again
you decided there weren't enough parts in the world to fix me
and even if there were, I wasn't worth the effort.
And now I am even more broken than before
and there aren't enough pieces for anyone else to mend me with
and I wonder if you ever touch your wrist and feel my veins under your skin
or look at your eyes and see my glass shining through.
Because I can feel every piece I lost
and every time my mother hugs me she asks me about the crater between my shoulder blades
that piece went to your ribs i think
and every fucking time you get hurt I know
because I can fucking feel it
and I can feel her cold fingers on my neck every time she touches your leg and I just want my god damn pieces back.
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Games to the Mind ✔
PoetryHave you ever wondered what it's like in someone's mind? What its like for a girl or boy growing up? How it feels to be rejected, hurt, cheated on, loved well this is a collection of poems about my childhood to now. Let's take a dive into my mind. u...
