I wish I were broken ceramic pieces
that could easily
be glued back together.
I wish I were Lego blocks
that you could build up
and not tear down.
I wish my scars
could be covered
with thick coats of red paint.
I wish your arms could pull me up
and fix what is wrong with me,
even though I know you can't.
23.2.2023
YOU ARE READING
pieces of me: poems
PoetryTo the girl twenty-four hours ago, crying into her pillow and questioning what comes next, you'll be okay. "pieces of me" is a collection of thoughts that make up who I am, inspired by either fictional or real emotions and experiences. Through poetr...
