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I kept only a few

(The pieces of myself)

But under further review 

I can see no more on the shelf

I see now what once was 

The torrential storm 

And everyone’s ship came in

Seeing the light 

—That some of us just have,

It’s inexplicable although bright 

They come for more pieces 

And the taking isn’t quite permitted,

If anything it’s a secret pact 

That I’m not aware of until it’s over

Till I can feel the absence over come,

The numbness 

The takers take

And the givers give 

This whole time 

While we fit hurt in our hearts 

While we muscle down rocks 

To weigh us in for the fight

None of us asked for,

We beg to be knocked the fuck out

Because feeling should be felt

Instead of this numbness

That this taking gives 

While we look:

The crooks keep watch 

Patting their pockets 

Feeling the pieces plucked

Padding them further down 

To secure them, extra tucked 

I refill my cup sometimes 

When I need to be me

But I know it might not last,

We use the best parts of people 

Then leave them in the past