Poet 11586

Puzzle

I am a puzzle
Completed
With all my pieces
Only to be taken apart
I am a puzzle
Wanting to be accepted
Wanting to be trusted
Wanting to be loved
I am a puzzle
So
I give you a piece of me
And another
And another
And another
Here, take my corners
My middles
And my sides
Take my everyting
Until
In the end
I am nothing more than
A mere puzzle piece
Completely incomplete
But
You
You throw them away
You throw away all my pieces
All of me
Now I am
Fragmented, foolish, fragile
Don't worry, though
You wouldn't be he first one
I'll pick myself up
Bit by bit
Little by little
All the pieces
All the pieces
All the pieces
Of me
And finally
I am whole
Or at least
For the time being
For I am a puzzle
Completed
Only to be taken apart
Once again