Blessed and Broken

Take what you are missing

Take what I can’t name

Leave me something holy

Or something mildly profane

You liked my hands when they held you steady

Liked my voice when I sang your song

Liked my back when the nights got heavy

And you said you couldn’t be alone

You kept the parts I didn’t offer

Shared pieces that you stole

And my broken made you stronger

My empty made you whole

So I became

whatever you needed

If this was your game

Baby I’m concedin’

I let you take me at the table

piece by piece and without shame

You wanted bread without the body

wanted skin without the name

You raised the cup but not your eyes

let reverence die on a velvet tongue

And I kept breaking just to feed you

Drowning in an empty cup

I called it mercy

It was madness

I called it love’s sacrifice

I couldn’t see

it was a crash test

I barely made it out alive

You wanted me in fragments

beautiful and dumb

the tender and the useful

the damage and the numb

Enough to be your shelter

not enough to call it home

Enough to taste the longing

on the edge of the unknown

You wanted me in portions

Scavenged what scraps remained

You’re a glutton for devotion

A strategist of pain

You left my fear

but took my faith

Taught my heart

to hesitate

You wore my strength

‘til it was frail

Watched me build

to let it fail

And I hate

how even now

some part of me still sees you in a crowd

Like time’s supposed to ease this

But I’m still arranging all the pieces…

I have left

You wanted me in fragments

but I came apart for real

I gave what you found useful—

What you had a mind to steal

I let you call it sacred

while you seduced me into hell

Enough to hold you close while

never getting to be held

You wanted me in portions

in sanctified disguise

The bread, the cup, the hunger

but couldn’t see me in your life

So keep the hush and heartache

the ghost of who I used to be

But when you spend me all in vain

Don’t remember me