they say that each of us
are the pieces
of people we've met
some pieces are good
some are bad
but it doesn't matter
because we are collections of both
bits of stolen stardust
i like to call them
i often wonder
which pieces i took from you
would you recognise them
if you saw them in me?
the jaded
the broken
the brilliant
would it comfort you
or would it make
your toes curl
i guess it depends
entirely
on which pieces of you
i took
in the end
i don't suppose it matters
which pieces of you i took
or how many pieces of you i took
because they will never be able
to fill the cavities
to fill the cavities
left in my heart
from the pieces of me
you took.
they were the best pieces.