My family fit together at some point 

we were this perfect golden graham cracker 

With tiny circles in order to eliminate expansion 

And prevent bubbling over 

But it didn't work 

 we are no longer we broke 

Split in two halfs 

They aren't perfect, the corners are a little rounded and the edges slightly cracked

Communication  lost while others move away 

They break and they don't fit back together  

Not all break some stay, but not mine 

They might come back but only t e m p o r a r i l y 

But the thing about this golden cracker 

It was  only ever mediocre by itself 

Some say if you add things it can create a more beautiful whole  

The new people come into our lives not to replace, 

 just to fill in, they are the new and I  can resent them 

But only for so long until im tired 

And even when I am I try 

if I have to drive myself in to madness

I will

I would not like to except them 

An overly sweet cylinder and a tiny bittersweet rectangle

 you have something  you don't always love it but it's there 

and this is the new normal 

It isn't an exact science but it 

makes others happy so 

you allow it