pieces of myself

i have these poems.
all incomplete.
in tatters, delicate
pieces of myself that i don't
want to break
feelings
happen to be irreplaceable.

i have these thoughts.
they won't fall into line.
blurred.
incomprehensible.

i have this love
i want to share
this fear
i hate to admit
this past
i need to work through

it all comes together
but whether it sticks
or not
depends
on the
humidity