Parts of me
You let go and left me holding unto the broken pieces of us,
and there i stood bleeding, with parts of me that weren’t complete because i
gave them to you. Bruised with cuts, cuts made from dissecting whole parts of
me too precious for you to carry.
When you let go it was a difficult process of building back
all parts of me i destroyed just to make you whole. Every beautiful part of me
i let decay just because they glowed too brightly for you was dimmed and
realising how much damage was done makes me mad. Mad at you for letting me
destroy things so artful, mad at you for seeing that beauty yet letting me
carry on with the destruction, mad at me for being so stupid to break down
those parts because i never saw the beauty in them. Then again i am glad, maybe
if i hadn’t broken down those parts i wouldn’t have seen the beauty in them,
appreciated them more and hold them as dearly to my heart as i do now.
This isn’t a mistake i intend repeating though,
for i will never break parts of myself to make someone else whole again.
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