Falling apart into pieces
is what I do best,
but I keep enough of myself--
to hold others together.
My love never dies,
I never leave,
and I seem to care--
way too much.
I stay alive for others,
never myself,
because I am useless--
while plenty still have a chance.
to become beautiful
If I am the guide,
so be it--
I will direct and influence,
until they become--
the truest forms of themselves.
Because I want to be able to say
"I was a part of their life"
and if I die knowing that,
I know that my lives work--
will have been completed.