Pieces Are Missing

I’m meeting new people who are just like me.

With the same issues as me.

It’s a bad habit to love them.

I get too attached and start forgetting who i am.

I lose parts of me.

Parts I can never understand.

Now I've created these new memories,

I have no idea how to handle with care,

but I have a heart as big as the sky.

I'm a little cloudy inside.

My head is a bit mushed up.

He said open up.

Instead of running away,

Like i should have in the first place.

I sit between his legs.

I have lost more parts of me that night he left.

Reviews

[Crosby Idasa]

This is special, Nice poem my dear...

[Marissa Torres]

Thank you hun :)