i have lots and lots of pieces
that mostly don't quite fit
inside all my folds and creases
and rarely do they simply sit
my particles, they like to roam
to venture outside my skin
and rest where they feel most at home
which may - or may not - be within
some prefer it in the sun
some leave to befriend another
some i let go, some came undone
some still warm inside my mother
so whenever i forget
and start to feel like something's missing
there's no reason to fear or fret
it's just not me my atom's kissing
maybe i'm not actually falling apart
maybe i choose to disperse over tether
maybe i like bits in other's hearts
and don't actually want to pull it together