At first I thought,
Maybe our two pieces fit together and we just have to turn them this way,
OR maybe that way.And then I thought,
Maybe e
our pieces don't fit together,
Our pieces fit into different parts
of each other's lives.And now I know,
We aren't even a part of the same goddamn puzzle
Are we?
YOU ARE READING
Butterflies come flying out [poetry]
PoetryThe words of a teenage girl with too many emotions and no other form of catharsis.