And just for thought...
Puzzle pieces that don’t make sense,
That won’t ever fit together jumble around my head, making sense only to me.
I am cryptic, unsettled, emotionally stunted
Because I can’t just tell you what I’m trying to say.
So off I go with my bucket full of broken pieces
To make a master piece that will never see the light
And you tell me that I am a rock, your solid ground
Just when I need to hear it, just when I begin to crack.
You are calming, logical, impulsively inclined
With your easy going nature, your simple way of speak.
Your puzzle is put together with strategically placed joysticks
And I get lost in your translation.
Pieces, I am pieces of people I used to be,
Mashing together only to tear each other apart.
I pick them up, put them in my bucket, sending them to corners of my unfocused mind
Where they make sense only to me.
You grow sad at my chaos sometimes but fear not, my love.
You are the one piece of my puzzle that fits but I can’t explain to you why.
I am cursed, unclear, hypothetical
Because there are parts of me that will always feel fuzzy.
Off I go, skipping along my crooked path with my broken bucket swinging,
Picking up the pieces forgotten along the way,
Lost in my own thought, the big picture of me
And you offer me your hand just when I begin to fade,
Fade into obscurity out of your sight.
You make perfect sense when you shouldn’t,
Even when all I can give you is a blank stare
Because somehow you see me beyond my missing pieces
And understand when I need to hide inside my broken bucket.
I am euphoric, addictive, beautifully shattered, completely in love.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.