Dear No One,
A name long forgotten, a kindling love that has now died out. That is who you are. The broken heart inside of me mended itself back together, just like it always had. It picked up every broken shard and crumpled puzzle piece, gluing them back together. I can't say I'm whole. A fragment has gone missing, a puzzle piece unable to be found. Maybe you stole it when you left, maybe I lost it when I left. At first, it began as an enormous piece that was missing, maybe even 10,000 pieces. But slowly those pieces were glued back, piece by piece. Maybe the gap is still wide, maybe the gap is now a tiny hole. Maybe it is just smaller than the size of your thumb. Whatever the case, I have learned to live without that missing piece. It was an excruciating path, but where I am now I can breathe. I no longer feel trapped inside my own cage. I'm hoping I have set myself free. I hope, I can be happy. Maybe one day, someone will walk into my life whole. Maybe they will take a piece of them and carve that missing piece I need. These are only just simple maybes.
- Wanderer ❖
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Dear No One
PoetryDear No One, This is a book of how a feel. Call it a diary, a journal, anything you feel fits best. Every day I feel emotion in so many beautiful and painful ways. It's like a glass rose with sharp thorns. You know me, I always have something to say...
