I spent the last year or so slowly disintegrating.

spreading scraps of paper ashes in my wake
picking my personality out from under my skin
and throwing it away in puzzle pieces
that will never fit together
or make a pretty picture

but I've left them all where you can find them
and put them back together with crazy glue
you can make them into something
a little worn around the edges
and a little burnt around the sides
as if surviving a fire

I don't know what it will look like.

I don't know what I look like.