Puzzle Piece
Hey, you. ..Yeah, you. I love you already for reading this, but I'd love you a million times over if you share your thoughts with me. It's really you that keeps me tied to the earth ♥ cmt plz.
It was his puzzle piece
His hand holding mine
His harsh tongue that could not be held
The happenings of the past
That had been chewed up and fucked up
As if his heart was the plaything to an animal
And in my hand his heart throbbed, and fell right through bones and flesh
With cement gluing himself into my blood stream
His past held the fascination of my sparkling eye
And I dug into his expressions
Right through the endless tunnel that was his pupil
And as I said to him,
"We could go our entire lives without truly understanding each other if we don't explore each other's pasts"
And with a smile choking his voice, he told me,
"Baby, you're all I've got, and if the past is what you want, the past is what you're going to get"
Laid out on the table was his shitty relationship with his father and the pains of growing up under the poverty line
And he packed up his bags and he left, because letting people in was worse than leaving people at the door
But I wouldn't turn a blind eye on him yet
So I sat, and I waited, until he came crawling back to me
And with opened eyes, his puzzle piece fell right at my feet
Where I scooped it up and set it in mine
Until we were one mangled, complete puzzle
With holes in one half
Flowers sprouting from the ground
And his pulse was my pulse
His pain my pain
His puzzle my puzzle
His hole my whole.
His hand holding mine
His harsh tongue that could not be held
The happenings of the past
That had been chewed up and fucked up
As if his heart was the plaything to an animal
And in my hand his heart throbbed, and fell right through bones and flesh
With cement gluing himself into my blood stream
His past held the fascination of my sparkling eye
And I dug into his expressions
Right through the endless tunnel that was his pupil
And as I said to him,
"We could go our entire lives without truly understanding each other if we don't explore each other's pasts"
And with a smile choking his voice, he told me,
"Baby, you're all I've got, and if the past is what you want, the past is what you're going to get"
Laid out on the table was his shitty relationship with his father and the pains of growing up under the poverty line
And he packed up his bags and he left, because letting people in was worse than leaving people at the door
But I wouldn't turn a blind eye on him yet
So I sat, and I waited, until he came crawling back to me
And with opened eyes, his puzzle piece fell right at my feet
Where I scooped it up and set it in mine
Until we were one mangled, complete puzzle
With holes in one half
Flowers sprouting from the ground
And his pulse was my pulse
His pain my pain
His puzzle my puzzle
His hole my whole.
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