Patchwork Girl

I am a patchwork girl  
stitched together of stolen moments  
and ex-lover’s favorite songs  
piece by piece  
square by square  
I am sewn of old friend’s coffee orders  
hobbies stolen from barely-not-strangers  
ideas plucked from the lips of a girl I met only once  
taken root in my mind  
nourished in a way so that they have become my own  
I am armed with the jokes of acquaintances that I have long stopped knowing  
mannerisms picked from a boy I knew for week  
I am all the people I have known  
All the people I have yet to meet