I don’t want to be healed
they need to be felt
I need someone to get that
and be for me,
what I cannot be for myself
besides in moments with you
because I am a beacon for them
take this burden
and bury worry
I can handle it
if you can handle me
but I’m asking too much
I rather you, offer
healing will end my art
confuse my heart
life is parts
parts of a whole
my parts are all holed
nothing I write is right
nor complete
words used wrong
sense unmade
there are holes
but in that
I find home
no more roam in one day
allow me to be my way
you will realize
I’m unbroken and unbreakable
in that I am broken
a physical state of being spoken
without words, knowing
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