There is a fierce calmness that holds me together even when I think that I will fall apart. Seems like falling apart is not that easy for those who lived in pieces that they never knew they had. So I will turn deaf to the words of love that presumes that it knows me. So I will **** time with preaching words of self-love that I struggle with everyday. I will fill myself with the stars above And I will learn to live and learn to die. And wait with dread for the day Iβll feel complete. I donβt want to be complete. I know how to be broken. Being broken is what I do best.