Pieces Are MissingA Poem by Marissa TorresI’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. © 2018 Marissa Torres |
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