Pieces

[nonnipoems]

Someone once told me to set boundaries.

They told me it was necessary to keep things at ease.

They told me I’d need to, but reasons why I couldn’t define-

After all I was your support system, and you were mine.



But I quickly came to realize that that’s the problem precisely-

Trying to rely on someone constantly distracted- thinking about their next high and their Mylie

And now the purpose of boundaries is ever so clear.

I guess I thought you weren’t so bad- I just miss you being here.



I mean physically you’re “here”, but this is not the same

I miss you being present I’m so over this game.



You say you’re over it too, and you “don’t want to be this way anymore”

But day after day for years, you go right back to where you were before.



“picking. up.”



Just stop going.

Just stop picking up.

You don’t need it.

It takes away the pieces of you that it doesn’t deserve to have.

I miss those pieces.

We miss those pieces.

Don’t give it any more pieces.

I’m scared there aren't going to be any left. 


You. Deserve. More.


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