Body Composition

woman’s body is made 

of approximately 55% water. 

I guess this is why I find it so natural 

to be a bottle myself.

To keep my mouth shut like a metaphorical cap.

To have my emotions inside having them 

become the carbonation that

without moderation can feel blissfully detrimental.

To repress my tears &

choke back my dialogue unsolicitedly

sharing my thoughts in 

conversations that I’d otherwise 

feel ostracized from.

To keep testing the limits of my

own capacity trying to gauge 

on the maximum & how to exploit it, 

how to challenge it to be better,

holding back more than just water 

and introducing more elements to my body.

To hold the weight of assignments or 

due dates, of the feeling of never 

being good enough for the person despite

the relationship or the environment & 

constantly battling against oneself to be 

the survival of the fittest, winning that 

title but coming out on the other side 

so much less than before; 

you try to call 

it revamping or maturing, but 

all you're doing is changing the 

components of what

makes me "Me" all in the act to 

delay & hiding the shattering of

the person’s gaze

of how I portray myself.

A fight against 

time to prolong the spontaneous combustion

that'll leave pieces smaller than grains of sand 

on the beach to need to be collected & 

pieced back together again. 

They say the 

How can you 

put the puzzle pieces together when they're so 

small & so far removed from each other 

Easter egg is hidden in every individual that I've 

come across in hopes of healing their broken, but to do 

so I had to provide pieces of myself that were 

similar enough to fit what they were missing. 

How can you put together a puzzle with no image 

of what it was supposed to be?