tides ○ a collection of poems

xi. how do you find something that's already gone completely?

we were only two little girls, playing
with each other's heart,
but mine was too fragile,
it seems, too tender to be touched by your small hands
because you broke it that easily

and now I'm trying to put those shattered
pieces into the places they belong
mold them back together with silver
but even that you've ruined

there are certain words that I cannot
say anymore because your
tongue loved them so much

but I still wonder
why I can't let go
when this was just your game
with me playing along,
knowing, the whole time, what it
meant

and I'm not even feeling that much anymore

you've erased me