Pieces of me

Pieces

of me

I am in pieces. 

There is a piece of me over there

Under that tree

In that bush. 

I was a grenade and I exploded. 

When I did fragments of my soul and secrets went everywhere. 

I don’t know who I told what. 

There are pieces of me that I don’t want shared

And there are pieces of me that I do not care about. 

There are pieces of you. 

Your pieces are more put together than my 

Messy 

Chaotic 

Pile of me. 

Yours are all neatly organized, placed into neat little drawers that you open from time to time

You select what you want shared and you don’t forget who you gave what. 

We are so different, you and me. 

I am an open book, my pieces found anywhere

And you are selective.  
There is a piece of me that I guard. 

And its getting hard

To hold this piece with my hands, watch as people pick apart all the other ones, but only I know this one. 

I want to rush out to my other pieces defense,

But instead, I say nothing. 

And you come along, with your little drawers

And locks

And boxes,

And one by one you pick them up. 

You organize them. Put them in near packages like a family does when moving. 

Fears

Dreams

Crushes

Sad memories

Good memories 

Hopes

Wishes

Pet peeves

You put me in organized places, and when you reach the piece of me I haven’t shared

I give it. I give it because you 

You

The most guarded person I know

Will guard the pieces of me

With everything you have got. 

And when you have given up, 

The grenade that I have become

Will explode

Waiting for the next organizer to help me

Pick 

Them 

Up 

Again
  

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