Dear Lover,
Please,
cuddle me
sometimes I like to be held
sometimes
I know I fall apart
but I don’t remember what
it feels like
to be whole anymore
I used to be whole before
love happened
and I snipped off a bit of
my soul
a gift to each lover
and he and he and he
always kept the receipts
love-back guarantees
but never returned the
gifts I gave
so
I am
incomplete
me
in fragments, pieces
I think I used to be a
beautiful whole
but I’m not sure anymore
since I’ve been trimmed to
a melody
cuddle
me, sing our song
complete our score
I
don’t remember
how it feels to be
whole anymore