You saw mosaics in me
when all (I) saw were broken pieces
and then you left
taking fragments of me with you

but that doesn’t make me
any less whole
a puzzle deemed useless
in(complete)

because if I am art
then you are a collector
go ahead and carry parts of (me)
with you

like a souvenir

a reminder that
I could be crying
on the bathroom floor
and still love myself
the morning after.