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.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore