PIECES

by KAT

So many pieces have fallen,
I’ve glued them to gather with the last of my soul.
Each unique from the cracks and chips etched by its own tragic journey.
Though it is now one, it will never be the same.
Due to being swayed, played, and even betrayed by its own counterparts.
Now remember, even when broken, it’s my own beautiful piece of art.

Split in two like some fruit,
Tangled and intertwined by the parts of me that can’t decide,
While spikes arrive to tear and scratch the surface skin of mine
Like bulls each fight with no choice of being tired.
There seems no way for this maddening chaos to subside.

While combing through the strains for time,
I’ve turned out to be so hard,
but on the flip side soft but barely rough enough.
Now don’t get me wrong. I know I can take the bad.
Especially since I’ve been used more than your daily rag.
Sadly, we know I have to say one day I’ll break
Then throw away
‘Til then I know you love me.