- my poetry · 1) EVERYTHING · 3) THOUGHTS

oh, babe. don’t. 

I can’t help but laugh through my tears…

i’m broken, broken, broken, broken, broken, broken, broken, broken, broken, broken

and you’re trying to fix me but you’re making it worse

i watch you picking up the pieces as you go, trying so hard to make it all okay

but you don’t notice that you drop the ones you already had as you scoop up the next, and they just splinter into even smaller shards

while i sit on the side and sew together new pieces on my own

i know i don’t need you

but i can’t make you see that

so you linger, trying to rebuild the old me with increasingly scattered pieces

while i make myself anew


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