You used to fit just like a glove.

That was when you held my heart
And every day was paradise in your arms,
A lullaby to my soul by night
With you standing over me.

But sometime in between a first kiss
And a last glance came a day
When you lost your grip
On what mattered most
In unknown ways -- and I grew scared.

Now your hands are empty
And my heart's turned to ice
And when I see you I can't help
Wondering what mattered most.

Crowded as the stars
Yet I am insatiable
As longing sets in

Knowing you** was a dream.
Your eyes have since  vanished,
Elusive to me, as the wind blows and
Sends a shiver down my spine.
I am agitated as I try to remember
The moments I spent forgetting you.

I’m giving up on hearing from you again
After I thought maybe we could mend
All of our broken, bitter parts
born of sick and twisted hearts

Now you drift away
The past led me astray
No questions left today
Now you drift away

I’m finding peace in hollowness
And all your missing sentiments
I will no longer spare my thoughts
On how we should have cast our lots

A ghost, you drift away
And no, I cannot stay
In departing, I shall pray
To forget my memories and drift away

I need you in ways I can't control:
In addictive little ways that grow through the months.
Space between leaves me insatiable.

I need you in ways I don't understand:
In strange little ways that creep up on me.
Time apart leaves me confused.

I need you in ways I won't accept:
In conflicting little ways that play with my mind.
Complex circumstances leave me reluctant.

I need you in ways that force me to wish you never needed me.

Let's play disconnect
And detach you from reality.
Slowly but surely,
You'll lose all your ability.
A limb here, your eyesight there,
Until you've reached calamity.

Lie in pieces on the ground,
The future's all but hopeless.
No reason for you to fight it,
Less reason to try and protest.
In the end, maybe you'll see,
By then you should notice --
If life's disconnect is a tragic flaw,
It's one that only plagues the best.

It's curious to think
our individual body parts
do very little
to tell our stories
or reveal our identities.

But when added
together and contextualized,
we comprehend more
than words can bear.

I wonder how many
pieces it takes
to recognize
a puzzle as such
and for fragments to
heed deeper meaning.

I wonder at what point
the soul enters and attaches
itself -- and at what point
we dignify ourselves
as more than
mobile jigsaws.