have i always
been a
mess
have i never
been not
falling apart?
a puzzle
missing vital pieces
a pot
boiled over
gnashing teeth
weeping eyes
disconnected
frustrated
losing my mind
just
wanting to
scream
scream
scream until
my throat
is raw
that is how i
measure
my
failure
my every day
fall
from
grace.
Even the stars are puzzles missing vital pieces… The missing parts are what make us exist, I guess, and fill us with a yearning to rediscover and obtain again those things we’ve lost, one by one.
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