Pieces.

You took pieces of me with you, when you

Walked out the door, on that cold December night

Now I’m an unfinished jigsaw puzzle, with pieces

Missing here and there.

Since then I’ve been searching

For all my missing pieces, in

All the wrong places

I’ve crossed oceans, and travelled across continents

Trying to fill this emptiness inside

But every time I find some place new, I feel more lost

Years have passed, I still feel empty inside

My bones have become hollow, and so has my heart.

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-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore