I really did not want to post this piece because I'm scared; of what I don't even know. I might be able to attribute it to my cringing when I think about how cliche it is. Mostly I think it's too personal but I thought fuck it, actually hahaha. All poems are "too personal" anyway.

my heart has been shattered

by many before you

not that it mattered

once more you made it full

my mind is a room,

in which you pace

so I can’t really say

that it’s been awhile

since I’ve seen your face

my lips hold onto an apology

I will not tell you

if you saw me with hostility

know I was hurting too

my hands wrote this letter

not that it will make things better

but this pen is good company

of a heart that is now empty.

"my parts miss your parts"