A friend once wrote a poem about me
And a part said
"[people] they try to fit her pieces where they shouldn't be...
that is sad though."
But what if I'm handing them those pieces
Begging them to help
"Please, can you tell me
Where this one
And that one go?"
Because today
And most days
I don't even know where my own pieces
belong.
Pieces
May 27, 2020
A friend once wrote a poem about me
And a part said
"[people] they try to fit her pieces where they shouldn't be...
that is sad though."
But what if I'm handing them those pieces
Begging them to help
"Please, can you tell me
Where this one
And that one go?"
Because today
And most days
I don't even know where my own pieces
belong.
I often wonder if something is wrong with my hands.
They don’t seem to know when to hold on
And when to let go—
Always too tight around someone long gone
Always too loose around the boy in my bed.
Hands
April 23, 2020
I often wonder if something is wrong with my hands.
They don’t seem to know when to hold on
And when to let go—
Always too tight around someone long gone
Always too loose around the boy in my bed.
I fall in love too quickly
And I think that’s okay
In fact, I love that about myself
It’s not without struggle or heartbreak, that’s for sure
I don’t know what purpose I believe in for us here anymore
But I do know
That we came here to feel something
And make others feel something too
Make Me Feel
I fall in love too quickly
And I think that’s okay
In fact, I love that about myself
It’s not without struggle or heartbreak, that’s for sure
I don’t know what purpose I believe in for us here anymore
But I do know
That we came here to feel something
And make others feel something too
Everyone always tells you that heartbreak is sad
That they get it
Everyone gets it
But they don’t tell you
How it feels
Like someone
sitting on your chest
While you play house
And all the best tricks and love
Aren’t enough
To make them stay
How powerless it feels
Like caring for a dying grandparent
The end inevitable
So you make it as comfortable and kind
As you can
And in two seconds you’re four again
And dad isn’t coming home
And no one tells you
That hurts too
Because “for the better”
Never cuts it
When you really just want someone
Anyone
To stay
Just a little longer
Just this one time
Playing House
April 20, 2020
Everyone always tells you that heartbreak is sad
That they get it
Everyone gets it
But they don’t tell you
How it feels
Like someone
sitting on your chest
While you play house
And all the best tricks and love
Aren’t enough
To make them stay
How powerless it feels
Like caring for a dying grandparent
The end inevitable
So you make it as comfortable and kind
As you can
And in two seconds you’re four again
And dad isn’t coming home
And no one tells you
That hurts too
Because “for the better”
Never cuts it
When you really just want someone
Anyone
To stay
Just a little longer
Just this one time
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