Take back
the pieces of yourself
scattered in songs,
lost in people,
left in memories
take back your pieces
and all the things
you don't want back.
Take back the songs
you don't want to remember,
the ones you laid in bed
and sang to yourself,
the ones you danced to
at four am,
the songs you promised
to other memories,
other days.
Take back your pictures
with smiling friends
and frozen adventures,
the pictures you kept taking
because you couldn't stop
The pictures you put away
to erase the pains.
Take back your heart,
left in other people,
broken beds,
empty streets,
and empty homes.
Take back every single piece,
keep them where they belong,
put them back into place.

The End

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