My days

You took 

The best of me

Then,

Came back

For the rest of me. 

I surrendered 

Every particle 

On a silver platter. 

In your absence,

I dance in the mirror 

Until it shatters. 

Who the ***

Is going to pick up

The me

That used to be?

Who is going to pull me closer?

I have a ***ed up sort of beauty. 

Thought you’d always be 

The beholder.