7 poem

By Mal McGuiness


At seven years old 

I played with puzzle pieces

Trying to put them 

Back together 

At fourteen years old 

I loved a broken boy 

And cut myself 

Trying to put him

Back together 

At sixteen years old 

I became shattered glass 

Nobody bothered 

To put me 

Back together 

The pieces were picked up 

By boys 

Shoved in back pockets 

Cracked under rubber soles 

And while I wanted to be fixed 

I really wanted them 

To be cut by my edges 

And be emptied out 

Into human shells 

Drying up hopelessly 

And someday, be broken 

So I could put them 

Back together