There are broken days
When I don’t work so well
Nothing around me lights up
The moon is only a sphere behind polluted clouds
And the stars
Well they’ve buggered off to light up some bright young things universe
I look at my feet and I curse the miles they’ve travelled
‘You didn’t take me far enough!’
And my cuticles are bitten red raw
But hey, healed skin would give me nothing to pick or complain about
Then there are days when I make the decision to fuse myself back
Because it is a decision I have to make
When I pray to lost entries, extinct chapters, or so I had wished when I tore them from me
Come home, I plea
Because without you I forget what it means to love
I ripped from me pleasure when I feared the pain
Come back to me, please
I can’t be great without you
I want all the tears and frustration and angry spells
Sounds crazy, I know
But only then do I have the power to light up again
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And my feet are happy as my strides are less hesitant
And my cuticles are happy because they’re not bleeding
And I love
On those days when I fuse back
I love so much it hurts
