Part of Me

December 5th

You took a part of me. But no, you didn't take, I gave. 

I gave you a part of me and you gave me the same

Most of me thought that you would stay forever. 

Part of me knew better. 

But I still gave you that part of me. 

Part of me says it doesn't matter. 

It's a social construct. It's my body I can do what I want with it. 

Part of me wishes it had been more special. 

Part of me wishes I had saved that part of me.

If I had listened to the part of me that knew you would leave, I wouldn't have given you that part of me.

Part of me doesn't care. 

Part of me misses being whole. 

If I had given that part of me to someone who would stay, the rest of me wouldn't feel so betrayed.

Part of me still feels diseased on the parts of me that you touched. 

Part of me says it's alright, that part of me never existed in the first place. It doesn't matter who has it. 

Part of me knows you don't deserve that part of me.