Here are my pieces and shards.
Do with them as you fancy.
1. Mr. Frankenstein
I have been feeling like Mr. Frankenstein for a while now.
Since that day when it suddenly felt like I was no longer me. Mind you, I continued the same outside. But inside... inside I became a bunch of estranged pieces. Pieces of a puzzle, a confusing and not even that great kind of puzzle, just to make things better, if you know what I mean. And those pieces, formed by each and every one that I have ever met in my life -- and those aren't really all that much, but still, were the ones creating me, the me that everyone likes to think they know so well. I have my doubts about this, but let's keep track. I didn't mind in the beginning, really.
But then, came the day you left.
No, no, I guess it was worse. You were slipping away. Maybe even running from me.
(I can't remember anymore)
And when you did so, you took a lot of tiny pieces with you. And even if they were small ones, I can no longer feel the same way since then.
Only empty.
It kind of hurts you know. But, thinking better, you probably don't, or you would return them. The pieces, I mean. Or maybe, even if hurts quite a bit more when I think this way, you do know but you don't actually care. Either way, I just wanted to know.
Did you grow bored of me? Or, perhaps, I did not have anything to offer anymore?
You don't really need to answer, I guess. Or feel guilty, although I'm just flattering myself thinking you might feel like that.
It's not like you will ever read this.
But I wonder, I wonder...
