I want to say I’m sorry for all the pieces of my past

I wasn’t whole enough for to appreciate

People that let me in before realizing I was

A star collapsing- without enough elegance

Or money to make it worth sticking around

I want to say thank you to 

All the beautiful souls

I saw small pieces of

You see- vulnerability comes with 

The cost of surrender..

I now say parted wisdoms,

Too pieced together 

And slurred

To take seriously.