I never understood how the palms of your hands felt like home to me
Or how your smile was the only thing bright enough to light the darkness inside my soul
But you built up castles from my broken pieces
And I never thought anything so damaged could look so beautiful

We are each born
A box full of pieces
But as the years pass
We are faultily rearranged
Jammed into wrong spaces
Lost under the couch
And as the years pass
We look less of what we were
And now more of who we are

Luckily, unlike puzzles
Our pieces can be replaced
Our cut outs can be reshaped
And even if we are misplaced
Someone will put you back together