melancholy dreams (Preview)

Peace vs. Pieces

Your words were like poetry to me.
I felt like a complex puzzle who's pieces were shaped perfectly by your words.
Time went by and I felt you slip farther away from me.
You got more busy, and I got more lonely.
I found myself questioning why everyone leaves me. If maybe I'm doing something wrong.
There was still a piece of my puzzle that you missed, it was the piece that maybe would've put every broken part inside of me together.
How come when you get so close to finishing a puzzle, you always lose a piece.
That one piece that could've known all the answers to
Why everyone leaves?
When I'll ever fall in love?
When anyone would truly love "me"?
Why the people i love leave in peace while they leave me in pieces?
Just for my complex puzzle to be unraveled all over again...