I told them I just want a peace of mind
And they got louder like a roaring lion
So instead I told them to make war
but I got exactly what I asked for

Why do people seem to see themselves as puzzle pieces
Waiting to be fitted into the edges and curves
Trying to find the right one to sit with
Touching, to see if somehow they deserve
To be ruled by someone else
To be under their protection
Yet still searching if they are worthy of love
And care
And belongingness
And pain.


"What would it be like to be held in those arms again?"

It was nothing.
It was friendship.
It was infatuation.
It was guilt.
It was love.
It was home.
It was our life.
It was our way of life.
It was another.
It was anger.
It was pain.
It was loneliness.

Now it's...