I've made quite the mess of myself.
My mind is scattered, and
my heart is scattered, and
I seem to have lost my marbles, amongst other things.
I've left those little bits of myself
all over: Buried in backyards
under dogwood trees, buried in
backseats next to loose change and chewed gum,
buried under beds, with the dirty laundry and
other unmentionables.
I mean, it started innocently enough.
With your worn hands warming mine, and,
burying myself in your hoodie, and,
light swift kisses only on the cheeks.
You were charming and caring, and
I was charmed and cared for.
I was certainly swept.
But you didn't so much as help me
look for the parts that I wanted
back. Lips, hips, hands, heart,
sanity, hope, humor, heart.
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