I have always whispered to my heart
Don’t give parts of yourself away
To a lover.
Because you risk then,
Losing yourself.
When you love someone,
Parts of yourself get intertwined with them.
Where is the start of them,
& the start of me?
Because if they leave,
Then who am I?
For those pieces of me,
I thought would never be returned,
& I have pieces of them
I don’t know what to do with.
I thought that
Parts of myself
Would be indefinitely tied to him.
That even moving on from,
Letting go of,
Him
Would mean there are parts of me
I’d never retrieve.
That there would only be empty spaces,
Black holes,
Only lingering memories,
& haunting love,
The once was.
But in moving on,
All these parts
Have come back to me.
Put back in place
Better than before.
Glaring lights,
Crystalline colors,
Bursts of everything
I ever was,
Fit together
With who I am.
I am more myself
Than I ever have been.
– AB