I Complete Me


You saw mosaics in me
when all (I) saw were broken pieces
and then you left
taking fragments of me with you

but that doesn’t make me
any less whole
a puzzle deemed useless

because if I am art
then you are a collector
go ahead and carry parts of (me)
with you

like a souvenir

a reminder that
I could be crying
on the bathroom floor
and still love myself
the morning after.