Everything fits, like puzzle pieces.
Everything fits, piece by piece,
Like hand and glove,
Like soul and love.
But what if it doesn't fit together,
Still not fitting as I pick up another?
What if my puzzle pieces are wrong,
Too small? Too big? Maybe too long?
Maybe I should cut them so they fit,
So they finally fit, piece by piece.
I try to piece it together,
Not realizing I lost yet another.
My puzzle doesn't fit.
Not even a little bit.
To the trash, the puzzle goes,
But who knows?
Maybe one day I'll get a new puzzle, get it open ...
And it will not be broken.
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I Don't Know How To Emotions
Poetryjust me and...idk, some shit I'm writing in a few minutes when having too many unwanted emotions
