and you left me on read.
as i tried to collect myself,
the abscence of your hands picking up my pieces
was too much to handle.
so i layed there, waiting, for someone to come
and pick me up.
build me back up and paint me in colors that will only scream
you were a glimpse of the many men
who will try to pick me up again.
you were a peek into the room filled with
future lovers and heartbreaks.
you were the two months out of my forever after life
you were the one who teached me how much
you left me shattered on the floor
but teached me how to be whole again.