Two puzzle pieces that like to connect
But they are very different and do not fit
A part is missing between them
And that part was love.

Life is like a magic cube
Think, try and turn
It takes a lot of time to solve a puzzle
But by every attempt we make
Let us take a step closer to our goals.

Finish what you start.
So you can do it again.

I never wanted to beg you to stay,
Or for it to come to this at all,
I wanted to be strong and cold.
But instead I lie in the dark
Scared that if you leave
A part of me will go with you.
But the train went off track
And unfortunately it seems
That there may be no turning back.
I didn’t expect our pieces
To be mixed up and broken,
I thought we would be one.
Now I greatly fear that this piece
Won’t ever returnLeaving me shattered on the floor.
I never wanted to beg you to stay,
But if you go
I want that piece of me back.

As two puzzle pieces 
Fit together so divine. 
Make me feel like you’re all mine 
No other could make me feel so fine 
All day walking around with some special kind of shine 
No other pieces could fit together like we do 
Not just once or twice, but every single time 
Complete the need that is felt inside 
Matched together at first sight, 
Now I just need some kind of sign 
You want to be whole again, don’t give into the fright 
Be strong for me, look deep to find 
That one that was thrown aside. 
Somewhere the piece lays, 
The one that will keep destruction at bay 
On the table for weeks, 
Just waiting for the piece. 
That will complete the picture it beholds 
Fulfill the potential it has 
To look beautiful from its own mold. 
Doesn’t follow rules or norms 
To its own ****** up drum, it roars 
As a bird sings its own melody as it soars, 
The puzzle shows purity in the darkest of forms 
Bad things have hurt the pieces before 
But through these, they still seem to fit, 
So amazing once more 
Connected together, souls intertwined 
Flawlessly together at this time. 
Embracing the moment they have together 
Wishing to be in one’s company forever. 
Morning strikes a harsh blow. 
The rising sun forces each to go.

I want to be mysterious
I want to be the kind of girl
who leaves pieces of herself
with different people, all around the world
so that no one knows her full story
but it is all there
for some potential dedicated soul to discover.

I want to be a puzzle
that everyone thinks they have figured out
and all I do is smirk
because they have no idea
what they're talking about.

I want my life to seem effortless
my world falls gracefully into place around me
to the wonder of everyone else
but all according to my plan.


But that is not me.


I love fiercely, and with reckless abandon.
I tell the world my story in hopes that
someone will care enough about it
to stick around to watch the rest of it to play out.

I care. Deeply. About a lot of things.
So much so that it hurts.

I stop to watch squirrels munch on their dinner
and would much rather talk to a child about nothing at all
than have an adult conversation.

I am not mysterious. I am no puzzle. Nothing about me is effortless.
I am an open book with her heart on her sleeve
yearning and searching for true human connection
somewhere in this vast cold expanse.

But what's so wrong with that?

a puzzle without the pieces,
the outline is there but the pieces,
the pieces are what you must pick up as you make mistakes,
memories and leave marks on this world.

it is found in the fragments of the sky that you tore apart
and in the constellations that you chased all night
it makes you wonder who you are scream and as you shout
it’s in the words you speak, the tears you cry and the smiles you smile.

one word. eight letters. an eight letter word that means everything
yet it is as ambiguous as whether the rain is the tears of god
or whether it’s the blessing of the clouds
one word. eight letters.

a word that has as many meanings to define it
as the amount of people there are with dreams and aspirations
one word which we are all trying to find the definition of within ourselves
a word that we hope to define; a word that we hope will help us become someone.

so you search the mountain tops and you look in the branches of trees,
you look in the deepest depths of the oceans,
you search the galaxies. and you try to find something, anything.
you try to find your identity, your truth, yourself.

but you don’t have to go that far to find your identity because it’s already there
it lays beneath you, beneath your skin.
it lays beneath your jail-like ribs that hold it down,
and they will only let it go once you realise it’s always been there.

your identity; you will find in pieces and fragments of everything
you will ****** ideas and habits and feelings from everything and everyone
only to turn those into parts into your soul
maybe you will not realise until later but you will find them everywhere.

in nights filled with bowing to the trees that sway to the gentle breeze of the wind
while melodies play and enter your mind swiftly and freely
or maybe in the mornings filled with sunrays that enter your room from your window
and dance lazily on top of your pillows and desk.

you will find yourself and no one can take your identity away from you
not even the abhorrent words of the loathsome stares thrown your way
not even the seas can drown your identity in their ghastly waves
so don’t you try to let anyone take it away from you.

because bliss and happiness comes to you once you find it
so when you find it, grasp it tight in the palms of your hands
bury it deep beneath your heart and never, ever let go
because finally you have found what you’ve been looking for; your identity.