Anyone...

Anyone wanna play around with this?...

There are times when I shatter.
My pieces become so much less
than the whole of me.
Shards fly away like paper planes
and paper hearts.
Left over sighs and teary eyes.
Fallen angel's wings
left for the damned.

- they are left for me -

And you pick me up
one sliver of flesh at a time.
You piece me back together.
Every time missing something
else.
Every time missing someone
else.

A memory or a feeling
                                lost.
One side of my crooked smile
                                           gone.
And you find a way to keep me.
You always find a way to keep me
                                                 together.

Whispering a tiny piece of yourself.
Stitching up my doe eyes.
Kisses that complete a quiet mouth.
Finger tips on fingertips.
- lingering -
Fixing me.
Keeping me.
Locking my missing pieces
into your heart.