Evening Poems: Edge Pieces

~ Brooke F.

But I beg of you, please dont touch me 

For fear that if you do 

I’ll feel complete  

So entirely complete  

I cant give up another piece 

For you to take when you leave  

I’ve already dolled out to many 

Like a puzzle that has lost its edge pieces 

I struggle to see the shape of myself 

Because of what people have taken from me.  

I dont have much left to give  

So I keep what remains close 

For fear of losing the remnants  

The shreds that I have left. 

Please understand  

They’re all I have.  

At nights when I feel the emptiness hanging over my head 

They’re the pieces that I hold close 

Because at least I have them 

But I really want you. 

And that’s this whole predicament. 

I feel like a child in an arcade 

I’ve already spent all my tokens 

On broken games.  

Gambles lost.  

Chasing after the hope that  

This time, I’ll win.  

But its not really about winning and losing anymore. 

It’s about surviving. 

But what do I do now 

As I need love to survive  

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Published by Brooke F.

I’m a college student who has unrealistic dreams of being a famous authoress who writes mystery novels. Either that or a goblin... haven't decided which. I live on a farm up on a hilltop where the wind likes to mess up my hair and the trees sway poetically in the wind.

3 thoughts on “Evening Poems: Edge Pieces”

  1. ‘Like a puzzle that has lost its edge pieces 

    I struggle to see the shape of myself 

    Because of what people have taken from me.’

    This resonated with me, but you can find yourself again, even in the unlikliest of places. I found my missing puzzle piece in South Korea and now we’re inseperable.

    Sensitive, well written poem. I feel the writers pain and loss.

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    1. Yes, the loveliest thing in life is you keep rediscovering new pieces of yourself. This poem was more of putting myself in the shoes of a heartbroken person (a role I’m sure we’ve all unfortunately played in our lives), but what the poem doesnt mention is the healing that ensues in finding yourself in other places you never would have expected.
      So happy to hear you’ve found your missing piece! Whether it be a new person or a passion, it always feels amazing to find something or someone you love!
      Thanks for stopping by and reading!

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