im sorry

I have grabbed at all the puzzle pieces and selfishly kept them all to myself. I’ve carried them around my whole entire life and never once found out how put them together.

But then I found someone who bent onto the pieces and slide them into place, I found someone who said

calm down, it’s going to be okay

and put together what i have been trying to put together for my whole existence.

for once I let the drops of sunlight slide across my mind and i finally felt my thoughts breathe and pump as i looked at her

but as she finally slid the last piece of the puzzle in place, I finally saw the final picture

The puzzle, was not mine the moment she laid her hands on it, the point she felt the grooves in her hands was the moment it became all about her, I depended on this girl for meaning, I depended on this girl for the whole world

Fascinated with the beauty I did not noticed her hands slipping the puzzle pieces into her pockets, captived by the false bravado of love I did not noticed that she took every piece with her, shaken by my stupidity, of my resilience of my own ability to keep on guard, I did not noticed until I looked down

she took everything