Built a man before. To replace the flesh one who didn’t want me. From scraps. Every
touch,
slick,
memory,
smell,
video clip,
thought,
post,
look,
breath.
All I could gather.
A kiss,
a tweet,
outburst,
beignets,
words,
train stations,
wings,
smile,
some saliva.
Problem was I couldn’t get him to stay either.
The patches wouldn’t live.
Tried to sneak pieces
into other men. Kiss me. This way.
Pull here. Soft there. Didn’t work.
Even tailored myself wanting
to be what he wanted.
Sometimes I beg the real one for time
so I can collect more for my stitched one.
Don’t know who we are anymore.
Hunched, scouring. Snatched parts from me to add to my amalgam.
Real him didn’t recognize me because I was missing. Then I noticed, even he was made of bits.
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i like it.
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Thanks!
This is great! Something I see in it is how we’re always trying to get somewhere, can’t be content in our own skin. I’m thinking about what it’s like to have someone we always wanted and notice that even they are “made of bits.” Thank you for today’s Tessism.
Thanks! Love your interpretation. Definitely see how unchecked dissatisfaction w/what’s so becomes torturous insatiability. It’s all “made up”.
i love this one cutie!! (hahahha, raisins!)
more more! xoxo
Haha! South Park! Thx dear. I’ll do my best!
Hmmmm lovely… The first time you read this poem to me.. 🙂
Sure did. Thanks!
Awesome!!! XOXOXOXO!!!
Thanks, love!
What an affirmation of life…what we hope for, what we live through, how we deal. Thank you for taking that stand.
Just doing what I can to breathe through it. Glad you like. Thx.
Loved it!!! Very profound!
Thanks, Kim!
Huh huh!
Real him didn’t recognize me because I was missing. Then I noticed, even he was made of bits.
LOVE IT!!!!
Thanks, hun!
A series of snapshots reflecting pleasure and pain. But ain’t that what love is anyway?
Less pain please but yes that’s what it is!
Love it! That resonates for me personally.
Thanks, S!
It is honest. We have all been this person/some of us are still this person. It is not something you escape or avoid; you live/learn through it. I really like this.
Thanks! We are not alone and you just have to get through it and learn your lesson.
Tessss! I’m in love with this poem. U are always so honest with your feelings and I know everyone can relate.
“Tried to sneak pieces into other men. Kiss me. This way.
Pull here. Soft there. Didn’t work. Even tailored myself wanting
to be what he wanted. Sometimes I beg the real one for time
so I can collect more for my stitched one. Don’t know who we are anymore.”
XOXOX
Thanks, Ali! It’s either write truth or die crying so I’ll keep writing how I feel. Kisses!