There were days
Some years ago
When you filled an empty space
In this puzzle I call a soul
Back then I thought
Puzzles didn't change
So mine must have been solved
My pieces were all in place
Then you changed shape
And I broke myself
To make your piece stay
And though it hurt like hell...
We went on that way
For much too long
Just when I thought we fit
You'd shift and make it wrong
Again and again
I broke my pieces
Again and again
You had your reasons
And then, I ran
My puzzle isn't the way it once was
Once you break it, it never goes back
But my new puzzle is much more fun
And it's stronger in the places it cracked
On occasion, I still wish
You'd come fill the empty space
We could pretend we still exist
The way we did, but it's too late
For now, you don't fit
I couldn't make you if I tried
It's strange, isn't it
What can happen in time
- Author: SheWasTheSun ( Offline)
- Published: September 15th, 2019 13:20
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Interesting, original, and well written. I never looked at my soul as a puzzle, but you made me think.
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