You're Just A Poetic Poem Poem by Bree Z Love

Even though, you get pieces of me.
There is only one that holds the key to all of me.
The broken fragments that get lost somewhere in between the tears.
For you get blotted out;
smeared ink fears
Of being edited out.
The key holder fears not
for there's no figuring it out.
Where they fit in my heart, without doubts.
The fitted mind of understanding; what's on my mind.
Never waiting for me to write it down a few times;

She gets the whole of me.
Not the in between the lines
or phrases of shorten thoughts,
made to polish me.
But the dis-shelved me,
uncut with many of years of stumbling and stuttering words,
she comforts with cheers.
While you'll look at me and say, " she is all washed out? "
She truly knows me.
Just as I know
that she holds the key to me.