I am pieces of my poetry
and the stories I read.
Stitched together by
my favourite song’s lyrics.
And I glued together
by our midnight memories
and late night conversations.

And I need you to somehow know
that I am not okay
with pretending
that I am okay, anymore.

Oh God, I would love for you to come
and gather all my tattered pieces
and make me whole,
again.

©anothergirlwithfantasies