I finally found someone Willing to pick up my pieces We helped each other I picked up her pieces too I showed her Pointed my finger "See? Those are mine" She picked them up And put them in her bag She pointed her finger "Those, and those, and those, And those" she keeps pointing "Those are mine, they're everywhere" "I'm sorry, you don't have to Pick them up, and really, I don't know if you can" I said "I can. Watch." And i did. I picked up almost all of her pieces And put them in my bag We weren't completing Individual pictures We were completing one The pieces fit together It was incredible But i think my pieces Were too heavy One day, she decided She didn't want to do that anymore She took her bag, And she gave it back to me And then i almost ran over her And now both of our pieces Our collective pieces That we had worked so hard To find, They were scattered again And there are even more of them now We'll never get them all picked up Not apart But she is satisfied As long as she doesn't have My pieces I ruined everything And now every time i look in my bag I see pieces of hers And i cry I sob And the tears are hot And i'm cold And the pain won't go away For either of us And now she's leaving She's gone And now we're both Permanently Infinitely Forever Broken
This was a really long one, but it's the best in my mind. The best, with the worst influence. I just want to fix her again