my past reeks
of insecurities &
damage
broken people &
constant echoes
my better half
was in fact
the missing pieces
I found within
myself content
something about
his hands
made me believe
he could hold my whole life
he did
he didn't drop
instead squeezed
held it to his mouth &
screamed
broken
into
tiny
pieces
thrown to the ground
I searched
end of every straw
inside of any pill
sheets of strange beds
he may still be holding
and I slowly
drowning
find me at your local cemetery
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 2:11 PM UTC
my past reeks
of insecurities &
damage
broken people &
constant echoes
my better half
was in fact
the missing pieces
I found within
myself content
something about
his hands
made me believe
he could hold my whole life
he did
he didn't drop
instead squeezed
held it to his mouth &
screamed
broken
into
tiny
pieces
thrown to the ground
I searched
end of every straw
inside of any pill
sheets of strange beds
he may still be holding
and I slowly
drowning
find me at your local cemetery