For so long I felt broken
Like two halves of a whole that to the rest of the world looked perfectly stitched together
I promised myself that never again
Would I let a stranger in
To sweep me off my feet
With a promise that they’d soften the blow with a loving embrace
Only to realize too late that they lie
Much the same as I do, crumpled on the floor
I broke that promise years later
I let someone in that perfectly fit those tiny gaps
I felt whole again
But they did not fit as I thought, no
They were just too large but oh,
In hindsight I must have known
I tried to force them into place.
Have you ever tried to pressure a puzzle piece where it doesn’t quite fit?
For awhile it may feel nice,
to look complete
Then you take a step back and realize
The picture is all wrong
And slowly, the images around this intruder begin to scew
Leaving your masterpiece ever worse off then when you began.