Second hand love

[wapa]

I began to write
These "poems"
As a means to piece myself
Back together
There were moments
Where the words flowed through me
Like seconds through a minute
I couldnt breathe without
Inhaling a new idea
Prose of a broken heart
Every gasp brought new life
I would write every chance i could
I fell in love with the second hand
But seconds turned to minutes into hours
And as i picked up myself
I found my strength
I managed to put back together
The things i destroyed
More i found myself again
Less i paid attention to the seconds
In a day
And the words that came with them
I exist again
Questioning though
If ill be whole again
Did i lose pieces of myself behind
Is someone else holding on
To an important part of me
Ive tried filling the gaps
Without much success
Knowing though whatevers next
Might just feel like
Second hand love