The warmth of nurturing women
has never left your reach.
So I am just another piece of the puzzle
Still left in the box.
I don’t frame the image,
And get easily overlooked.

The chills from my loneliness
is difficult to adapt to.
So I focused on your potential
and ignored your glitches.
I thought I was letting myself be loved
but I was letting pieces of myself go.  

My anger fuels my day
while pain lights up my night.
So I pick up the pieces you threw away
And begin to see the picture.
To dissect what was us
And find myself again.