Trying not to text you everyday
is hard,
Trying not to wish for you everyday
is hard,
Trying to erase the imprint
you permanently
seared into my heart
is hard.

It’s really hard to move on.
I feel foolish now.
I feel like I should have known
being that happy isn’t possible for me.
I should have known.
I feel like I should have known.

I feel like I’m half empty
Instead of half full.
Half of me isn’t there
And half of me wasn’t ever there.

I’m still searching for my other half.
I’m one of the puzzle pieces
Waiting for the right person to fit.
And I know I have time
But there’s too much time.
Too many pieces that could fit
That would fit
That should fit
But they don’t.

And personally,
I don’t like puzzles.
I think they’re boring
And I never seem to end up finishing them
I tend to leave them half finished,
Half empty
Half full,
Half and
Not whole.