𝑨 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆,
𝑨 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅.
𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍,
𝑨 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆.

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏,
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑.
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑰'𝒎 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔,
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈,
𝑺𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓-𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚.
𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒕,
𝑴𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒖𝒛𝒛𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆.

A puzzle I am
You wont figure me out
A puzzle I am
You will not find all my pieces
A puzzle I am
You wont put me back together
A puzzle I am
You see the broken, tattered pieces
A puzzle I am
You did never solve

To each of I, that is not myself.
Scrambling a puzzle with no picture.
Colliding letters but fumbling only sounds.
Falling deaf to the noise.
A prism that light can shine through, but never into.

he collected me
once every piece
and shaped my edges
for him to fit me in

and then when he left
returning those parts of me

it no longer fit
the way
it used to be

Words just wander
In my mind
But all the pieces
Hard to find

What are they?
And where do they
come to go?
Like missing pieces
of a puzzle
I’ll never know

why do i feel
like i'm always searching
like i'm never complete.

what is it
that i'm missing the whole time
is it something or someone.