Puzzle Pieces

The fight is never the hardest part

Or the ending

It’s the middle

Waiting.

Not knowing where you stand

When you feel like a chunk is missing

And you’re suspended in time

I hate that.

And you may be a horrible person

But you’re my horrible person

And when that ends

All that fills you is emptiness

Sometimes it’s just nice to have something

But when you fall in love with that something

And then that thing stops being yours

It’s nearly impossible to move on

And refill that hole

You can’t finish a puzzle if you’re missing a piece

And I’m absolutely terrified

That without you,

I’ll always be incomplete.