I laid, a shriveled form of myself
Clutching at anything in an attempt
To stop this internal suffering
Of being broken into a million pieces.
It’s funny how you only realize the existence of your heart
At the time when it is ruptured and barely beating,
And the shell of you lies there paralyzed
in a pain that resembles nothingness.
I always thought I had the strength of ten men,
the will to survive through whatever happened.
The optimism and happiness that couldn’t be wavered
Even by the worst possible scenario.
And yet, I was broken, and bent,
And shivering in what felt like darkness,
That surrounded even my fantasy world
Of everything good.
Because even knowing I could slowly put the pieces together
Couldn’t help the feelings that they would never fit the same.
It reminded me of my iphone.
that fell a few times beforeactually hitting the rocky ground,
never shattering its resilient outer shell,
until that one time,
when it least expected it,
its screen shattered so it was missing one piece.
I think it was because that one piece, the sliver,
seemed so unimportant, and so replaceable,
That I felt like I didn’t have to worry,
That even if it wasn’t there it would be okay,
Because the rest made it almost whole,
And over time it could work just as well.
But it never was the same.
And as I sit here in this cloud,
Hoping that the sun will shine through,
To help reassemble what’s left of me,
I can’t help but think about that one piece,
That shard, the sliver, it’s seemingly negligible existence
That without it,
My phone couldn’t even function.
I have to wonder if you’re that piece.
And if you are,
What happens to me when you’re gone?