Poetry for who needs it

Missing you.

I thought that writing about you,
will fix my poor broken heart,
the one that no ever one looks at,
because no one probably know his existence,
the one that I'm ashamed of,
you're probably wondering why,
why that heart,
that once was the purest,
now has so many scars on?
He left,
that's the answer,
he took a big piece of my heart
and then left,
I tried many times to recreate that puzzle,
that I usually call heart,
but it's useless trying
because,
who would ever even try to do a puzzle
knowing that a piece is lost?
No one.
Why did you have to leave this soon?
Please recreate that puzzle,
please,
I'm begging you,
please,make me happy again,
smile to me another time.
Please,come back.