My Mind; A Collection

~Puzzle Pieces~

imo this is what falling in love with fictional men feels like.

I love like puzzle pieces.

I love individual parts of individual people,

To build a fantasy that increases.

I built someone strong, caring, loving, kind.

I created an expectation for mankind.

But as time passes I would soon see,

That what I was giving was never meant for me.

Just because I was loyal and kind,

Doesn't mean kindness was mine.

People are happy when you do something nice,

But they won't return the favor when you're in a bind.

I love like a completed puzzle,

Missing a piece, I am forever fuzzled.

Do I know if fuzzled is a real word?

no

do I think it's fun so I used it anyways?

yuh

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