We are all broken little pieces trying to mold into one.
Some of us are golden, rare, and beautiful ones.
And some of us rust away with time.
She Writes Aug 9
I hide pieces of myself
Wrapped up in a bow
Anything so you can’t see
The broken me underneath

My sender forgot to mark me
Handle with care
I’ve been damaged
Lost in transit

When I finally arrive
At your feet
I hope you  can look past the cracks
And cherish my pieces
It was quiet,
The way you crept back into my life.
Little by little you became more,
Making me fall for you all over again.
I couldn’t,
I know I shouldn’t,
But I have to say I’m sorry,
Because I did.
You belong to someone else,
And that’s okay,
But you will always belong to me.
Little pieces piled up
Shofi Ahmed Jun 30
If I am gone  
vanish like pieces
into the atom.

It ain’t complain
lets drawback
spur in rhythm.
Dog Years Jul 16
One piece after the other
I'll break myself apart
and fill your empty spaces
gina quatrino Jul 11
i fought so long. for something that was no longer right for me.
i held on so tightly to a rope that was splitting,
unwinding itself between my fingers, scraping my skin as it grew thinner.
i closed my eyes when the bombs went off.
i held my breath when the waves got too high.
i kicked and screamed my way through a war.
and when the smoke cleared,
i was left with bruises and burn marks.
i was left with a pain in my chest from forgetting how to breathe.
i was left with water in my lungs from trying to stay above water.
i was left to pick up the pieces.
and sometimes i find lost parts of you,
pieces you’ve already forgotten you once had
and i hesitate.
because they remind me of all the things we did right.
all the infinities we spent together...
seeing them reminds me that you can do everything right,
and life will still tell you,
that you are wrong.
you don't win a war by screaming and holding your breath
i have learned that much by now.
but it still hurts
to see the pieces you’ve left behind.
the life we almost shared
the life we could have had
turning to ashes.
but i do know, that from the dying embers
it is possible to grow back again.
and maybe, just like the trees in the fall
when they shed their leaves
they are only leaving pieces behind
for a new life to grow.
and maybe i can grow too.
Danielle Jul 9
Selfish needy human that I am.

My false courage and determination.

Standing among the wreck;

The mess I seemingly created.

Confusion robs my judgment

And I stand lost and alone,

Until the pieces begin to fit.

But I will stand strong and steadfast

As this world tears apart.
caitlin Jul 2
we were both halves of something
we didn’t know what of
but we knew we weren’t complete
so we took our broken selves
to make a new whole
each hoping to be full again
just a short thing inspired by something someone said to me
Julia Jun 25
You ask why
I never saw you as the
missing piece
to my jigsaw puzzle.

Why I seem so whole
after all this time
that you’ve been gone.

Because, I say,
I am all that I need
to feel complete.
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