Slingshotting into
different beds with
different men
Until I said,
Stop.
No more.

I recollected the lost parts of me,
restless pieces in dormant dreams.
I rescued them from average men,
reconciling with my insecurities.

My smoothest edges met
my reclaimed shards,
clashing violently at the seams.
Ill-fitting for pretty girls,
but perfect for the most monstrous me.

With the softest of words
and the sharpest of tongues,
I thread myself together
to repair my still-beating heart.