I just want to hold you,
And remember the way,
Your body fit so perfectly,
Within my arms.
The way we’d interlock,
Like puzzle pieces,
So perfectly intwined,
When did we become,
So misshapen?
To the point,
That your piece-
No longer fits within mine?
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PoeticBiscuit (
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Comments2
Good write PB.
nothing like realising
you're missing a puzzle piece
at the very end
that bold patch in your masterpiece
like, that shrapnel core in your heart
making you implode, self-destruct
and feel like you'll never be whole
again..
(i so relate, dear poet
thanks for sharing)
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