The last poem I will wite will break me, I am sared I will be shattered to a point where I lie in my brokenness and I don’t know if I can pick up the piecec and put it together because it can not go “back together” like before then what would be the point.
I broke myself to be the same?
What if n the process of putting myself back together, Jacqueline, I break every piece some more
I just don tthink I have to time for this
I doont know if I should allocate time to do this
No, I know the last poem will break me.