fragmented selves

you're a whirlwind
that passerbys
look at in awe,
wish to be caught up in-
they do not pass you,
let me clarify- you pass them.
you're a hurricane of emotions that
i just can't let go of, you are everything
and nothing that i
want to feel, though you
do not realize it as such. you do not
know what you do to those
you pass, those you catch up
in your whirlwind and then
carelessly leave behind, without a single
thought. i can claim that i am
independent, i am in love,
i am a daughter, a student, just me-
i do not need to be completed by anybody
and to an extent it is true, i do not need to be completed
by just some anybodies. i need to be completed by somebody.
people who are whole are the only ones
who can help complete others. when you piece your
fragmented selves back together,
pick yourselves up from your whirlwind,
help attach the jaws back onto the people who you passed
and left in stacks of bones and ripped flesh-
then come back to me, help complete me.
as you remain as you are
you are quite simply helping to destroy me.