"You should've, could've been"

"You should've, could've been"

As they bereft me of interlocked fragments,
And questioned my colours
Taking me for themselves

The factory could only echo so much

It'll still feel like a facsimile

And i do hope it's shitty for them
Sundering me from her before i got a sight of the picture

And they got what they deserved
The parts they stole assimilated with them
Already rotted

They'll learn it was never due to the separation

I never needed the pieces to maintain a whole
I wish it never had to be like this

But you'll learn
Rotting is vivifying

( A poem about my life :) )