You point out the defects in me
The features, habits, all the flaws
As unsatisfactory as I was
It was plain harsh, at least to me
To think when I was considered perfect
You said nothing could ever replace me
I was one of a kind, made only for you
It was a perfect fit, but now a reject
The jigsaw puzzle once complete
Now broken apart, pieces all chipped
Plenty of holes left in what remains
Forming a whole no more like before
YOU ARE READING
Proetry
PoetryA book of poems and proses A land of blossoms and roses Though left in the bottomless sea We were once meant to be Starting from the bottom Turn that frown into a smile
