Find me the second
Half of what I left
Behind in the first
Verses of the last
Song I swore to write
It's the small slip
Of torn off paper
With that mindless
Thought of mine
Written, scrawled
Scribbled in haste
Before it could escape
The remnants of
My life and soul
Then with a ripping
Sound, harsh and
Swift to the touch
Tear me piece by
Little piece into
One whole, unbroken
Cracked vase, till
I'm torn together
With every piece of me
Shards, shreds, prodigal
Pieces of me, now
In my arms