poetry + art // to pieces
I want to leave myself scattered. I want all these pieces that push and pull my mind to eventually explode and spread across the sky.
I didn’t ask for this heart.
This heart was given to me and I’d like to take it back <but I can’t> so I just need someone to hold it for a while. To hold me for a while until I no longer feel like an enemy in my own skin.
A foreigner to my flesh.
I am but one piece begging to be a million. Memories won’t let me me rest and dreams won’t let me wake-
I am beside myself in ways that words cannot place.
I don’t want to be the predator to your prey. I want to be the star scattered sky that leaves you speechless as you lie on your back, contemplating the madness of this life.
