Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Pieces

I have become 
disjointed;
pieces of me 
feel ill-fitting, 
loose where
cracks are forming 
over my very 
being.
The pieces still 
precariously cling on but 
I can still feel the edge 
of everything falling 
silently and slowly 
apart.
Eventually, I'll have the 
strength to pull myself back 
into one but 
right here, right now,
all I need 
all I want 
is someone's arms 
around me keeping me 
together, 
even if only 
for a moment.

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