I don’t know how but when my parents
Went seperate ways
They took parts of me with them;
They used them to better themselves.
My mother she took my trust, my love, my commitment.
She polemically used them to collide with another man as I looked on.
I think she took my selfishness too.
My dad. He took my spontaneity, happiness, and my passion. He used them to buy a bike. He just kept on riding away from his past.
I think He went a little crazy.
4 years I spent. Wondering empty,
Filled with nothing but a dark cavity.
Searching to find these pieces on dingy dance floors and strangers beds after liquor fueled invitations;
Promising men forever when what I actually meant was “your convenient”.
But it’s okay, I’m getting back to my old self again now.
Thanks. I owe you." —
When you fell in love with me, you brought my old pieces with you. // I love you.