Completely
No longer with the parts you tried to kill.
You’ve got nothing left to say to me,
but it seems you can’t stop talking.
So many new ideas,
crafted to fit my unfortunate situation.
We’ll lead me back to you,
but you weren’t trying to.
Toss me aside when it suited you,
but it is so sad,
when you’re watching what I do,
without you.
A love letter written,
read and lit on fire.
Looking for the empty spaces
missing parts I’ve been living without,
dreaming up my desire.
An outer shell that never matched what’s inside,
I should be better at this,
more aligned.
But it doesn’t matter
when I can figure out all you desire.
I’m always there,
always that,
feel ugly for your benefit.
The love I imagined
and hold so close to me
was a few wavy lines,
promises of what you hoped I would be.
If I promised nothing,
told you what was wrong,
you would be a distant story.
Someone I knew briefly,
a face you remember only blurry.
Wrapped up in conflict and
a flawed, painful existence,
I am something completely.
Puzzle pieces fell through
cracks in the floor.
I never needed
to see the full picture.
Energy lost,
a job unfulfilled.
I’ll walk away with empty hands,
no longer with the parts you tried to kill.
Still, I am someone completely.
Wow loved this poem 💗✨