Spare Parts
the beauty of choice
i always said
i could never live
without you
and if you left
…
i would surely —
die
.
i always said
i was nothing
without you
and if you left
…
i would surely —
die
.
what a crock of shit
.
i’m still here
ticking
leaning
kicking
screaming
living
dreaming
…
parts of me
are broken,
yeah
.
parts of me
not whole,
granted
.
parts of me
can shed
a gritty tear
in silence
.
parts of me
will let
that same tear
become
.
dare parts
care parts
share parts
spare parts
.
i’m taking stock
of seconds,
making
all
these
minutes
last —
.
i’m taking stock
and no longer
running
at a loss
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.” Me
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