i always hated the thought of everyone having a missing puzzle piece, as if i were somehow incomplete.then you came along, sneaking up on me when i least expected it.
most days it feels like you shatter me (everytime you smile it fucking breaks me) but somehow you always rearrange the pieces to my jigsaw into something worth remembering.
im forgettable (in a room full of poignant colors i still manage to be a dull slate) but i will forever pray you remember me. i'll try to believe you'll stick around to love another sad story, and i'll continue desperately hoping you'll paint in your shades of black and white, and somewhere in the midst of all the blurring lines mange to love a girl draped in grey
