secrets i've kept hidden (a poetry story)

ok, that's enough

i knew it was enough,

but i wanted more

i'd cry to smiling

i would want to break shit then put it back together

they say the past has a lot to do with who you are today,

and it makes sense,

i was the project,
finished better late then never

but he wasn't the one to finish it,

i finished it

i had to put it back together,

but i realized i was missing a piece,
which belonged to my chest

he has it,
and that's something i will never get back

so i walk around,
with a hole in my chest

it's not visible,
but it's there

i just wonder,
who will fill and make a new piece for me

to be 100% again

cause right now,

i am no where near 100%

i would say give me my piece back,

but you would say you took nothing from me

when it's been in your pocket the whole time