Written 2/16/17
I've had to recreate myself
without you,
figure out who the hell I am now
that you're gone.
And there are pieces
of me you took
with you when you left,
pieces I could never recreate.
Now I could only hope
that some[one] would
play around with these pieces
long enough to figure out
how they should go together.
These days I am sure
about nothing
but the fact that these pieces
do not make sense to me,
at least not without you.
v.e.s. & victoriactual
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A collaborative poem. My writing is the first paragraph, Victoria's is the second. Check out her account, she's a great poet!
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