flowers on my skin [ poetry ]

take

i thought we'd signed a deal
that you would return the parts of me i willingly loaned you

i believed my brittle pieces were safe in the cushion of your palms
until you molded my fragments and changed it's shape

to something i could hardly recognise
a puzzle piece that no longer fit in me
but only you

i would be happy to have been your missing piece
but i now have holes that no solid could fill
and since you're now complete
i shall not pull you apart
let you be build
while i slowly depart