I am not interchangeable.
Not a problem with multiple solutions.
Nor a liquid; taking on any form that demands necessary.
I can not morph and bend into your design.
I am not universal.
So why do I continue to try to piece us together like I am.
Our molds are different.
Not wrong.
Just different.
Not meant to contain one another.
We are both pieces of a puzzle,
depicting different images.
So perhaps,
our stars do not align.
But please don't be fooled,
Maybe she's just lost out there,
floating among the constellations, waiting for you.
And she's the one that's going to save you,
like I could never do.