Trying to find love in everything.
I lost myself trying to give love to everyone.
I lost myself trying to be everything,
For everyone else.
But myself.
Can't,
Seem,
To,
Find,
Myself,
Ever again.
Can't,
Seem,
To,
Be,
There,
For myself.
I'm lonely.
The kind of lonely,
That another human,
Can't fix.
The,
Kind,
Of,
Lonely,
You feel,
When you feel,
Alone,
From yourself.
Keep trying to fix myself.
Thought our,
Broken pieces,
Would connect,
Like puzzle pieces...
But I guess,
Our puzzle pieces,
Were never meant to be completed.
The picture was never created.
Only because,
My puzzles pieces,
Couldn't connect.
To my own,
Heart.
Scattered.
The puzzle,
My puzzle,
Was never,
Meant to,
Be,
Touched.
Or,
Loved.
My puzzle pieces,
Could,
Never,
Connect.
I could,
Never,
Complete,
A picture,
With you.
I will,
Never,
Connect,
With anyone,
And not just you.
My incomplete puzzle pieces,
Will never,
Fit,
With anyone.
Alone.
I lost some,
Puzzle pieces,
I'll never,
Complete the picture,
Of my,
Heart.
Of my,
Soul.
Of,
Myself.
I am lost.
No picture to ever be created.
No pieces to be connected.
I have lost myself.
A few pieces scattered in my heart
With no way of ever healing.
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PoetryPoetry, scenes and short stories written from the fingertips of a girl who doesn't know her own heart. She's filled each corner with love and light that she thought was pure just to watch it rot off and fill like a gaping dark hole. But these heartb...