Pieces Of Me

By Akshara Harini Gande

I was dead with a body.

Pieces of me were broken and

it was you that stole them.

Pieces I adored the most.

Pieces that let me live a fantasy.

Pieces,

that gave me hope.

Must I lie and say,

It was never what it was?

I open the blinds and it’s not you I see,

but the lost pieces of me.

By Akshara Harini Gande

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