I am not whole.
I will never be whole.
I am made of leftovers of others.
I was completely assembled when I was born,
but as I grew up I became more forgetful,
and began to leave pieces of myself behind.
Now I am here trying to fill in the missing parts,
With anything I can get my cold hands on.
To everyone who approaches me,
I beg,
"please stay. do not leave me as others have before"
But maybe it's been me,
whose been leaving this whole time.
Perhaps I am not the victim,
But the perpetrator.
Teach me how to stay,
How to be satisfied with what I receive.
In turn I will stop begging you not to leave.
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Poems.
PoetryI'm not the best writer, but I like to write an awful lot. Just a couple of poems that I wrote, nothing special.