You Keep Leaving Me Pieces, But I Want All Of You

You keep leaving pieces of yourself in the palm of my hands, and taking them back before I can hold onto you.
You keep leaving pieces of yourself in the palm of my hands, and taking them back before I can hold onto you.
We deserve answers, we deserve closure from situations that have changed us. We deserve to know the truth. We deserve a lot, but we aren’t guaranteed any of it.
I think it’s easier for us to want than actually work for what it is we are trying to achieve.
You told me that you hope if it’s not you, that someone else will make me feel comfortable and special and loved- because I “deserved” that.
Every time I wrote, “You hurt me. You made me feel worthless. You didn’t love me” I was putting you in place of myself.
I’ll be spilling out my heart onto crisp sheets of white lined paper until there’s nothing left of me.