remains.

your words 

never made sense

until I survived just so they could annihilate me,

 as I– recite, revise, realise.

chaos

your friend

all tied up above my head

I set them free only for you.

they don't belong to me,

they never did.

they dwell with you 

for you are the one,

who likes them for who they are.

grip 

a lesson learned

 for holding back things

within my palms where nothing fits.

your keys,

your cap,

your hand,

shouldn't have tried to ask them to stay

when they never meant to.

the more I stare at myself,

the more my reflection recites the tales

of how you locked yourself within me.

after I'm broken, the remains come together again

one by one to form a new me,

those remnants: (I thought) were mine,

but I'm more of what you've left of you in me.