I am broken
And I can’t fix it
I shattered into pieces on the floor
And I’ve been picking them up
Trying to put it all back together again,
Which is hard because I wasn’t fully formed to begin with.
I have been putting the pieces in one big space
Like a million piece puzzle on a board.
One board for one puzzle—that’s how it goes.
But the puzzle never gets finished because there’s always a gap.
Too many pieces.
It’s like that for me too.
I have got a hole where the pieces I can’t find are supposed to go.
I’ve tried filling it with everything I can think of.
Clothesmoneymusicmoviesboysfriendssarcasmpictureslaughterdancing
Won’t fit.
But I really want it to.
I want to be whole again
Or at least some semblance of it.
God, why won’t any of it fit?
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