I am a cup
And you fill me up
And act as my missing piece
With you I am whole
—wait, no—
I'm not a cup
I'm one whole, stitched together human
Our broken pieces did not fit together artfully
No, my broken pieces wove them-self together
Stitch by stitch
The tears I shed acting as the thread
Because I am made of stardust
The stuff that keeps the galaxy forever moving and growing
And I made myself whole
YOU ARE READING
Whispers of the Wounded
Poetry//Poetry written by the pained// I keep thinking That if I keep whispering These terrible thoughts to this wind Maybe I'd see the meaning in something again //Cover by the amazing @anixkuh//
