Don’t ever

In all honesty, I am at a loss—a loss for words, a loss for coherent thought, I am quite lost. I was lost the day I forgot that some pieces of me belonged to me alone and my hands grasped my skin to pick out parts of me that I needed but I knew you needed more than I. Shoving them into a box, I thrusted the box inside your heart which was long before sealed in pain and distrust, disgust. You made space for a box too big, made space for a box too odd, and once you could no longer force yourself to embrace the eccentricities, the box snapped open and I was left to grab at the pieces that you’ve left to the air.

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