puzzle
You took my joy in your hands
gave it a glance
and discarded it
like it wasnt good enough
like it wasnt pretty enough
like it wasnt enough
never enough
you scrapped up the girl i used to be with a few words
every minute was like you tore my worst fears from my tears and blood
you destroyed me
whilst being my "friend"
friends dont break eachother
and leave the other broken peices
you even swept the pieces of the board
i cant find all of them anyway
i think theres two under the couch
and one in the sinks drain
a few in our backyard
I wont go looking
because whats the use?
the peices dont fit right
and the colors dont go together
i feel gutted out
broken down
empty.
how do you find something that isnt there
how do you find an identity after the previous one was strung up at the gallows
im not sure
so i take your identity
i take others
bits and peices
clothes
laugh
sexuality
smile
style
talents
intrests
until im whole again
first thing you should know when building a puzzle
you cant make it look quite right without the correct pieces
so i will wander the earth empty
unwhole
until i find myself again
a hopeless search
i think ill check under the couch first-cc.
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