our hearts and other broken parts

i’m watching myself through the reflection, i look as dead as i feel. the eyeliner isn’t as smudged as it was last night. i’m trying to pick up the pieces of the hearts that i’ve broken. maybe they’ll fit together to make mine. i want to help myself with all the pieces and lay them on a plain sheet so i can judge them separately and inspect even their littlest flaws. I see my mother come but she isn’t looking at me, she’s looking at what i was trying to piece back together. she nods as if she understands, i try to look into her eyes. but i’m just a reflection. soon she stands in front of me and i’m no longer the reflection. i try to pick up the pieces now, but they’re slippery. they slipped past my fingers just as quickly as i did from yours. i spill milk over the pieces and try to create a masterpiece. i’ve never been an artist but i could always paint the sky. i’ve never been a writer but i could always make my words dance. i’ve never been a lover but i could always break their hearts. i take the pieces and paste them, i try to create a shape but they don’t fit well with each other. they have cracks over them and they keep changing colours. i grab the one that looks new and break it into two more pieces. i can feel the wicked smile creeping to my face but the tears form just as quickly. the heart looks sad now, i want to piece it back together. i’m the reflection again, i want to help myself with gathering all the pieces and put them together to make it look like a heart, somewhat similar to mine but i’m a mere reflection and I’ll never have any hands, or perhaps a voice.
– t.

(the title was inspired by this book i have, โ€œmy heart and other black holes,โ€ย by jasmine warga)

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14 Comments Add yours

  1. This is so beautifully written! ๐Ÿ’™
    I love that book tho. *_*

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    1. tee says:

      thankyou so much. ๐Ÿฆ„

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  2. I wish to reblog this one. Can you please enable the option? Thank you! You’re way of writing mesmerises me. ๐Ÿ’™

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    1. tee says:

      that means the world to me, thannyou. ๐Ÿ’™

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      1. You’re most welcome!
        Keep writing! ๐Ÿ’™

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  3. Reblogged this on HIRAETH. and commented:
    Found this beautifully written piece of art.

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  4. Mysterious Scribbler brought me here. TEE, your everything is so lavishly uhh.. radiant. It’s really hard to find original and gold pieces now. Glad I’m here.

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    1. tee says:

      thankyou so so much. originality is actually the key even the title for this isnt the key. I actually try hard to stay original, sometimes when I write something and later realise that someone already has something like that, I just erase it then. I know how it feels to be plagiarised so i just try not to make the other person feel the same way. haha, but thankyou so much. means a lot heh.

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  5. Solm. (Am I allowed to use these on blogs?) Same. Keeping it original is hard. Even the same thought or something close once read makes it seem overused over read.

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    1. tee says:

      exactlyyyy hm.

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  6. Joel F says:

    This is beautiful.

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    1. tee says:

      thankyou so much. ๐Ÿ˜Š

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      1. Joel F says:

        You’re welcome.

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