2/3

Would it be facetious of me
to say I'm speechless
although I have so much to say
my pain can be contained
rather than speaking in vain

What should I divulge
and what would it solve
if I talk about how broken I am

Should I put it out there like a warning
although it's only me mourning
who I used to be
and the part of me I've lost

How do I find the words
and at what cost
do I find a way
to make myself happy
when happiness
is no longer something I can obtain

Destroyed by the unplanned
like grains of sand
slip through my hands,
yet all the while flawlessly
pretending to be okay

Despite it all
at the end of the day
love is how I measure my wealth
but the thing is
my richness
is limited
and it's impossible
for my soul
to be whole
when I'm missing
one third of myself