Pieces of Myself
Perfect falls
Oh When perfect mirrors fall it breaks
And become broken glass
I hurt myself with pieces of myself
But I guess the pain appeals
Because I stand and watch how much I can bleed
It's my masochistic side that allows me to breathe
At least I can feel
At least I still feel
I open my hand
But anything not meant to be
Runs passed my fingers like quick sand
Reason for many disappointment I have had
I am used to hour-glass moments that never last
But I always end up crying for fleeting moments of happiness
That though gone I still miss
And I promise you the loneliest place is inside my head
All the memories are framed like pictures on the walls
Do you want to take a look with me?
I reminisce, no wonder I can't forget
Being with myself can be good and bad
But it's the only home I know
These broken pieces of myself
They are not perfect
But it's the mirror I look through
My reflection, I want to be honest with you
I'm tired trying to fix the pieces of myself
Trying to make it fit perfectly
Lately apart they make more sense
I want to be peacefully incomplete
Because these pieces of myself
They still make the whole of me
Copyright © Shagesa Mattheeuw | Year Posted 2020
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