Pieces of Us💔

a poem

My heart is broken.

My art is spoken.

It’s not a joke when

there’s not an ocean

as deep as my love.

Jesus above

can see what it does

to me,

and I plead

but she doesn’t budge.

I wish the fish

that I see in sea

we’re in love

with me

but she holds a grudge.

Set me free,

but the key never was.

What you mean to me is enough.

Please don’t leave.

I can be what I was

without the secrets and drugs.

Pieces of us.

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