Bits & Pieces of Me

"It doesn't matter if I lose pieces of myself and end up being the one broken while I'm trying to fill in the emptiness in others," she said with a sad frown on her face as she stared into the moonlit sky. The cool breeze swept by, causing little strands of her hair to escape from her loosely tied ponytail. At that moment in time, I could do nothing but admire her even when all I wanted so badly was to hold her so tightly that all her broken pieces would come together. She was as mess but she was strong and without noticing I was helplessly falling more and more in love with her. And yes, she may be a mess but lord was she a beautiful mess.