I used to love puzzles
The idea of tearing something so complete apart and then reassembling it was the most romantic idea
But ever since I met you I never liked them as much any more
You are like a virus; you inject yourself into the veins of humanity and contaminate the world’s blood for eternity
You are nothing
You are the nothing that fills those uncomfortable silences
Like that time my Grandma died
All you were to me was an uncomfortable silence I wanted to fill with screaming so bad it actually hurt me
Like that time you actually hurt me
You painted me with intricately decorated contusions that made my once human like body resemble more of a cheetah
And you would tell me that I was beautiful
But how can someone be so beautiful when they have more purple skin than white?
I guess you tried to paint the world on my back, and on my legs, and on my arms because that’s what your dad did to you
And I guess that world was better than your reality
Do you even realize how broken I am?
How many times can you pick up the pieces and try to put them back together?
Honey, these puzzle pieces have been played with far too long
I no longer fit anywhere
My pieces have been touched too much
There are too many things spilt on me
I am mangled and ugly
I no longer create that beautiful picture.