I do not want you
To fill my empty cup
Pour your wholeness into me
To fill the cracks in my being
I am not a pretty porcelain doll
To be gazed at and placed on a pedestal
I do not need to be fixed
Because I was never broken
In the first place.
So instead of attempting
To put together my stray puzzle pieces
How about you put your hand in mine
And set the world on fire with me?
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querencia ~ poetry
Поэзия"let the moon teach you the art of being a mysterious and beautiful woman" ~ alexandra vasiliu
