Pieces of Me

A Poem

Photo by Nsey Benajah on Unsplash

If the world was burning, streets alight with buildings falling

If you got down on your knees to beg me for something more,

I would tear myself apart

giving you all the pieces of me

I refuse to keep to myself.

I wouldn’t care if I was trapped beneath burning flames, each spark engraved with your name

I’d give you everything you need in order to be set free.

As that time comes around, when the ashes hold my body down

I know you’ll be watching me on another drunken sin

you would give yourself to a girl with no name

or face, those pieces of me

I shared with you.

I can barely look at myself in a smokey mirror of the sea, I would find myself drowning in forgotten plans and promises

I can no longer afford to keep.

There are days that blend into nights and dawns that blend into the nooks of my skin

where pieces are torn from

and remain intact

but as the world begins to burn into an oblivion of ash,

down on my knees do I collapse

at the thought of a lover who lusted for my pieces of the parts my clothes hide

instead of the visible broken ones

that deeply needed to be held in your hand

for repair.