Oh! How broken are we .

Triying to fill our emptiness with things and hollow people
but at the end we end up a little more damaged.

Picking up my pieces , I realize that I’m not whole anymore; instead , I only have nine hundred and ninety nine pieces of myself.

Because I was broken in a thousand pieces, losing the parts of me that I thought were important.

And at the time yes, they were; but not anymore. Suddenly, in a moment, in an instant they’ve stopped being so.

And that is a part of growth.
A lot of times we stay with pieces of people , but a lot of other times; it’s they who stay with a piece of us.

And this is the challenge,
Learning how to live with the hollowness.

Even if it’s for a short period of time .
Accepting that is okay, because if not, I wouldn’t heal and bleed on others who didn’t gash me.

Learning how to be patient in silence , waiting for the special someone who will make me feel whole, and knowing that together we will be the best companion, accepting each other and knowing that we are not perfect.

Learning how to be patient in silence , for someone to ignite my feelings , for someone who enjoys to listen to my stories, my poems, my dreams.

Learning how to be patient in silence, even if our hearts scream from anxiety because of our encounter.

This is the challenge,
Learning how to be patient in silence for that person. That person who is equally broken, but our hollowness fits perfectly .

-EA🦋
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© EA