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I found you like a puzzle waiting on a table.
You were riddled with holes which you wanted filled.
Questions to be answered.
I did my best to put all the pieces in place to make you happy.
To make you complete.
But, there seems to be a neverending demand for that supply.
And, you left me holding one of the most important pieces.
Your heart.
You tell me with your eyes that I deserve it.
But, I tell you it's not going to happen
Because I don't see it in your face.
How shallow am I?
Perhaps as shallow as those puzzle pieces.
Even though I feel something inside myself.
Perhaps I just stay up too late staring at your pieces.
I guess I try to be a good problem solver.
But, I realize we are both staring at each other.
Both incomplete.
And, both somewhat afraid to leave the other alone.
I feel sad holding that piece of the puzzle.
I think if I give it back,
You will turn into a dove and fly away with someone else.
Someone closer to you than I may ever be.
You will be gone from my life.
And, I from yours.
But, at least you will be happy.
Rather than just an incomplete puzzle sitting on the table.
Waiting to feel complete.
I wonder.
Is someone holding that piece to MY puzzle?
Is it missing at all?
Or, am I just afraid to give it away?
--poetry by brainstormer
[A work in progress.] |
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