xxi.

pieces

....

we pull ourselves apart

just to observe the mend

we break each-others hearts

anxious with the needle

ready with the thread

and this slab of heart i hold

is just a portion

its not the whole

i want it all back now

back what we gave

back what they stole

still i choose to stand in line

foregoing all advice

i'll waiting patiently until

you've had more than your fill

of the sugar

and of the spice

but you've scattered yourself

all over this town

and im your naive devotee

picking your scraps up

off the ground

and you've let yourself go

with me a little less

with them

a little more

and you choose

you chose

these words

not those

your poetry

verses

our pros

and the cons of this

are where we exist

scraping whats left of ourselves

off one anothers

kiss

-me