I give you pieces of me.
Not physically.
Not like when you give someone pieces of yourself with sex.I give you pieces of me,
With songs I learn
With you in my mind,
You in my heart.I give you pieces of me,
With drawings I fabricate.
With you in my bones,
Your love in my everything.I give you pieces of me,
With words I write.
With you in my eyes,
Your voice in my hands.I give you pieces of me,
With these songs I learn,
Drawings I fabricate,
Words I write.
YOU ARE READING
Butterflies come flying out [poetry]
PoetryThe words of a teenage girl with too many emotions and no other form of catharsis.