Pieces of Me

you know only
a shadow of
who i am
the moonlight
in my voice
my words beneath
your skin

fragile things that
break in the wrong hands
the broken me
the hurt me
the lost me

i’m sorry if you
find pieces of me
in the stillness
between your breaths

the sweet melody
of my words
the very thing
that halts the rain

the spilling of truths
a whisper in your ear
all you are to
me now is poetry

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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