Self Preservation 

You desend in your confidence

A hot mess in an open valley,

The pivotal pixel in any image,

The negative to my dark room.
 

You demand to command

With your hands on my hips

Keeping me in your space

So that only eyes are in focus.
 

I saw a boy I once knew

But now a jaded soul

Has replaced a smile

That was once so comforting.
 

So much has been spent

With tiny pieces of heart

Every time that boy asked

I gave away so effortlessly.
 

Senses renewed

With the feel of his lips

But the heart crumbles

With memory of its losses.
 

I’ve given what I can give

Without interrupting its beats

Just learning new melodies

To the pieces that still fit.
 

This time a man claims

For my heart in my palms

But my fingers grow around it

Saving me from harm.
 

His heart has grown

With pieces of me,

But I am only a fraction

Of who I once could be.

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