I used to feel,
Feel like collapsing,
Slipping away, crumbling.
I used to feel,
Feel like there was no hope,
My fate depended on a rope,

A thread.

Now I feel,
I feel complete,
Solved, like a puzzle.
Pieces scattered,
Seemingly back in place.

But like a puzzle,
You can see the cracks.
The pieces holding me together,
Stopping me from falling apart.

You.
I feel you.
I am the puzzle and you are the logic,
You are the glue, you are my thread,

My rope.