(W)Hole | The Art of Poetry | Page 1

I can't find myself in the shards of human being on the floor.
And my heart tears out of me
Like a caterpillar through a lettuce leaf.
Goes screaming somewhere at the top of it's lungs
Cause it needs to and it's a little scary.
You don't know if it will be back
Anytime soon or at all.
It needs to be a little scary sometimes.
One rough knock and it stops beating,
One stomp to squash it like a caterpillar.
And now you're saying oh not the caterpillar again.
But I'm saying that maybe I'm that girl.
That caterpillar girl.
The glass-on-the-floor spiky one that is still waiting to spin up it's cocoon
Or maybe never will for the fear of becoming a plain brown moth.
And I swear I like moths but I'd be that clothing-eating pest
That like my heart everyone wants to squash.
The world washes away any feeling of remorse
They could of have had for you to find yourself in.
I just want something to find myself in
So that I can staple, sticky tape and puzzle together
The shards of the human being on the floor.
I need to be whole.

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