Broken, hard scattered shards,
seeming impossible to undo.
You were just a jigsaw puzzle
and I wanted to complete you.

Interlocking jagged fragments;
we both knew from the start
that you were missing pieces,
ones that belonged to your heart.

If we were to ever be together,
I knew what I had to do --
I began to take myself apart
to give those pieces to you.

Slowly I break with each piece you take,
but my love only increases;
for now I am a part of you,
I am your missing pieces.