Unfinished
A mess of broken pieces.
Jigsaw pieces that didn't fit.
Torn edges and smashed memories.
A clump of lost dreams.
That's who I was, and that's all I'll ever be.
I would love to say that:
You were the first one to see me for who I was.
You tried to pick up my pieces.
You cut yourself on my edges but never gave up.
You fit me together perfectly.
You gave me some of you so that I could be whole.
You and I were meant to be.
But none of that is true.
You couldn't look through my shattered glass.
You weren't sure if you wanted me whole.
You were too wary of getting hurt so you left me on the floor.
You never wanted me to leave you behind so you duct-taped me together,
making me 'whole' and needy of your help.
You gave me nothing while I bared my soul to you.
You and I just chafed at each other,
making each of us monsters.
Now that's true.
In my last moments,
I called for you.
You called back.
I kept calling, struggling to live for you.
You sat by my side, and cried for yourself.
That's the sweetest thing you've done for me.
And even then,
it's bitter.
We were a romantic story gone wrong.
A sweet couple twisted.
Two hearts beating together,
because that's the only way for them to stay alive.
We're candy turned bitter.
A mess of broken pieces.
Jigsaw pieces that didn't fit.
Torn edges and smashed memories.
A clump of lost dreams.
That's my beginning.
That's my end.
An unfinished thing that you never cared to fix.