It’s beautiful how you can pick me apart and put me back together with just your words,
So perfect that the pain feels like a release- my scars look soft
We go to hell and never come back the same,
Your love puts my crooked pieces back together but
It was also the force that broke me,
And I’m still here.
Somehow still the same, old crooked shards glued together with someone else’s love,
But there’s a missing puzzle piece that I lost to you,
And a thousand other pieces- lost and not found,
left with all the people I’ve loved and continue to love
with people who’ve walked away with important fits,
clueless of how distorted my self image looks now; how ugly self love has become.
How beautiful I used to be and how invisible I am now
to myself and to the world.
Still somehow, the same- old crooked pieces with love to give and a new smile,
longing for the pieces that cannot be found.
Willing the remaining to stay alive.
Looking for a home, because this body has become host to a heart break,
Looking for the love you decided to take away.