puzzle pieces, isn't that interesting
the ultimate dream of them all, to fit in perfectly with
someone else, be as one, form something bigger,

what if i am no puzzle, or no piece,
what if i am the whole puzzle, ate all the pieces.
wouldn't i choke,
would the other piece suffocate me or
would i be the one breaking your windpipe with just how heavy my love can be,

i have been many many things and yet just one and i want to eat peaches with my mother in the summer heat when the wood of our outdoor table starts to burn and the wind picks up but it's too warm, so warm,
and i'll get sweaty but i'll be happy,
what if she was my puzzle piece,
created the whole game then let me paint it however i wanted,
i don't understand belonging. maybe i want to belong.
maybe it scares me,
maybe the peach can eat my fears instead.