dear moon,
i am a fragment
of this broken home
parents that were
never meant to
be but still tried to love
as if they were
they tried to keep it together
for us kids
but life could never
be the way we
imagine it to be
i am a fragment
of these demons
the voice in my
head tells me
about a silence
almost too sweet
and some days
the voice sounds
greater than my
own and i just
almost want to give in
i am a fragment
of unsuccessful
relationships
' you're too much '
they would say
as they plunged
the knife straight
through my hollow
heart that feels
too heavy and
since then i told
myself to hold
back on love
and not drown in it
i am a fragment
of the hell
i've been through
and it was never
easy to climb
out of the hole
i dug to get
where i am today
my journey was
no fairytale but
i'm still standing
and going through
this thing we call life
i am a fragment
of the songs i
play on repeat
to block out the
pain or maybe
something more
others to go
back to the state
of nostalgia in
sad attempts
to go back to
those moments
i wish to relive
i am a fragment
of the novels
i've read
the lines and
phrases i underline
to revisit again
the characters i
saw hints of myself in
the events i read
about that hit
home a little too hard
i am a fragment
of my flaws
mistakes and
imperfections that
have eaten me alive
for most of my life
but i'm beginning
to accept them
i am now seeing
something i once
refused to see
in them
i am a fragment
of my emotions
they were always
real and valid
despite those who
tried to tell me
otherwise
the smiles and
laughs were just
as noteworthy as
the tears and screams
i am a fragment
of the person
i was and the person
i am now ;
" i'm a fragment composed of
other fragments. " — Rebecca Lindenberg
(inspired by this quote)
