I Left a Piece of Myself In..
I left a piece of myself in your hands— Not a whisper of flesh, But the softest part of me. The part that still believed. The part that didn’t flinch when love called. I handed it over Wrapped in silent hope, Thinking you’d cradle it, Not crush it Between your indecision and somebody else’s body. You didn’t say a word, But I felt the shift— Felt my softness hit the floor When you let…
















