I have to fit my hand into yours,
like forcing misfit puzzle pieces together,
just to get you to hold my hand


©L.F.

Was I made from a broken vessel?
Why is my life like a jigsaw puzzle?

Some puzzle pieces fit together but don’t belong together

We shared stories as the hours passed by.
Each secret detail, leading to more intimate detail.
Hearing each others mistakes, failures, blunders..
It is an open invitation to share in the humility of the human condition.
We live within the tales of another, carefully refitting the pieces of each other.
So far from the picture we once held, but ever better, imperfect even.
The refined inadequacy is all the truth we ever needed.
For who would we be without them.

the time i let you in
the same time i invited
a thief that stole
a piece of me
and now made the puzzle
fit perfectly

Hold me until i feel my pieces clicking back together
I need proof that my body is not taking up space
that my lips aren't pressing yours because your lonely
remind me that i make sense
tell me you need me
i'm not the best at admitting my thoughts
i'm not always thinking of things so pure
i choke on my words when things get hard
my sadness makes more sense than i can explain
but all i know is that you make sense to me to

We are patchwork beings
               assembled from the broken pieces
                              others tried to fix before
                                             abandoning them
                             at our feet
                                         in the aftermath
                                                           of our collision.

Pieces of life
Like pieces of magnetic puzzle
Attracting and rejecting each other
Pieces that come together and fall apart with time

With each mistakes, a lesson
Each lessons like a brick in a wall
will help me build a stronger foundation
This is not perfect but it is the best I have