We humans are like puzzlepieces and many of mine have either gone missing or are broken.

~bb

day 2

my world has felt like
it has crashed around me
so many times
that there is no dramatic reaction
to the pain that pools from my chest

as the storm tangles her claws in my hair
And rakes me across her bony spine
I stoop down to collect the pieces
broken, shattered , and rough
and tuck them quickly down my sleeve
I rebuild the same frame and heartbeat
The same breath and the same stretch marks

The puzzle fits together snugly enough
For the audience not to notice its cracks.

We're not just made of love,
We're not just made of despair,
You're not just one broken piece,
You're a unique person,
Made up of multiple pieces,
It's just that, sometimes. Our pieces are put together wrong by others, or by yourself,
But that's okay,
Because we can change the pattern of our pieces, we can change who we are, for the better,
Or for the worse.
It's simply up to you,
On how you change your pieces

Every jumble of parts that fell together,
all puzzled at their place, are us;
the infintismal small stuff
of dreams and nightmares,
repeated till they've driven us mad
and had us searching for the impossible,
the drifty philosophical queries
of life living and existing.

Ribbons of rainbows tie us in knots,
connect our dots to the gold within us,
mined and shined to shimmer the normality
of community,
as we live and love it with little homes,
picketed and known only to us.
Those green manicured lawns
Where we raise our young and aspire
To be the corner stone or corner piece
The bit that makes up their sky,
So we can do down in history
Without going dusty in a box
Forgotten or lost
As most puzzle pieces are.

You hurt me but you don't know that you do
Still when I sit alone my thoughts go back to you
Sometimes I think I am crazy
And too lost in the past
But sometimes I blame you
For leaving me behind
Thinking that all you ever did
Was sit with a glue
But never joined the pieces of my broken heart
And when all  of the world went to sleep
I still thought of you
And although you broke me so small
That I can't find me now
And all I see in my soul
Is an urge to see you
A wish that you know what I feel for you
But you live out there in a life so good
Why should I trouble you?
You are usually the hero in stories
But a villain in mine
And I wish for you all that which is not mine
Because you took me away with you
And I will let that part of me enjoy
It will always follow you
And stay quiet in your heart
Somewhere you will never know
Because when you broke me inside
A piece fell on you too.
Gunnika mehra

You gave back only a fraction of what I gave. Leaving me to wonder where all the other pieces went.

And I gave you all of me.

Never knew what the night would bring
when I'd sink to the bottom of everything
as it slowly cracked my mind to pieces
then all these urges crept in the creases
causing yet another careless bloodstain
because I could only think about the pain

you taught me that just because we fit together, like two missing pieces that finally found their way after being seperated by the sea for years ; doesn't mean we're meant to be.