You let me fall into your arms,
and you catch me like a shooting star.
You ground me when I start to float,
you are my anchor when I'm a drifting boat.
You make me smile when I can't help but frown,
I don't know who I am when you aren't around.
Because you are the pieces of me,
the reason why I keep trying to believe.
You glue me together when I've shattered,
building me up until I'm as strong as a tower.
I could never express in words how important you are,
you're the person who has helped me get this far.
For that,
I thank you
for picking me up,
for making me smile,
for making me cry,
for making me feel things that I haven't in a while.
Thank you for a journey
that has created a bunch of memories
and has bound pages together
for an unforgettable story.
12.7.2023
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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...