Muse Of A Broken Heart

Fragmentary

"fragmentary"
adjective: consisting of small disconnected or incomplete parts.

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In the process of finding you,
I found myself.

I always thought my eyes to be a dull, boring brown,
You introduced me to what honey brown was.
I never liked my lips, I thought they were shaped awkward,
You made me realise the upper one was like the apex of a diamond and lower the bottom of an apple.
I hated my clammy hands that sweat too often,
You adored them, you thought our hands fit perfectly like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

I never felt this good about myself in appearance or as a person.
I started seeing myself from your eyes and dear, I loved what I saw; It would take more than an eternity to thank you.
But now that you're gone,

My irises have lost the honey brown,
My lips seem to have become out of shape again,
My hands, oh how I hate them!
My skin is cold without the feel of yours on it,
My waist misses the feel of your arms around them,
My cheeks miss the redness you imparted to them with just your words,
My forehead misses your kisses,
My heart seems to be empty without the feel of your love.

I suppose, in the process of losing you,
I lost myself too.

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this might be sappy, but it's a legitimate feeling that many people go through. this one just goes out to them.

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