distant apex
I spend hours, days
even weeks
collecting my pieces
picking them up from the floor
and putting them back together
Then we meet again
and while in your presence
the strings holding me together start to loosen
little cracks appearing in the walls around my heart
nothing I can’t cover with a smile
Until I am alone again
strings rip
cracks become crevasses
and it all falls down
leaving me broken
on the floor
again
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verbal trail
This sort of cycle you try to create and depict is very interesting! Also, respect that you're saying so much in relatively little lines (something I struggle with that's why I want to stress it).
The word field and vocabulary you use remind me of a puppet, which really help imagine the situation.
Depending on what your intentions are, I would suggest adding adjectives where fitting, and maybe elaborating on the feeling while in the presence of the other person.
Really enjoyable poem nonetheless 