your life was composed of mixed messages and fumbled text messages
drowning your sorrows in a never ending bottle
searching for the meaning of life at the bottom
i'm not sure you ever found the meaning
but you sure as hell tried
maybe you were trying to forget whatever you were running from
god knows you would never tell me what that was
or maybe you were running from what you were fated to become
fated to be shaped into what you had grown to hate
you talk about the deeper meanings of life but fumble through your own existence acting as if there is no point
your life was a 1000 piece puzzle, that was missing the last remaining piece
but you never  really liked board games, come to think of it
you were a contradiction to your own being
i think the best description of you i ever hear was when someone called you a  beautiful disaster
but within it all you were just trying to understand just what was happening
but as all the heart broken ones and love stories seem to always say
i fell in love
but love it was not, it was a changing ever-growing emotion that consumed my being
the obsession with finding that final piece
i believed that i would find you
rip you out of void of sadness
but i couldn't have been more wrong
i never found that last puzzle piece
and i guess you never did either