Flawed, unfavored and bruised,

I come to you in pieces.

Accept me.

I am every thing liters that the

dirty streets.

everything shiny upon the

trees in houses and on

time’s square.

I come to you in pieces.

No apple pie or beautiful

sun drop.

I am dark, filthy mouthed

and angry.

Cold shouldering with ice

laced words and comebacks.

I am in pieces.

The villain in every story,

show, movie.

I am mean.

But when you pull back

the curtain and look inside

the shop,

what wonders do you see?

What pieces excite you?

Is it how sweaty my palms get

when you move in closer,

lips pluckered, daring

me to give in?

Is it the way my heart beats when

I can feel your eyes roaming me,

exploring me, waiting for you?

Is it the way I fit so smug in your

arms, by your side or inside

all your hoodies and sweat shirts?

The way I sing off key to rocket because

I am totally lost in your heart?

What pieces do you see?

That excite you?

That gets you excited to see me,

to feed off my vibe?

Do you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Am I the lyrics to your favorite song?