Hole In My Heart

"i made some puzzle pieces out of me and you, trying to find someway to make us fit, but it just keeps slipping and there are just pieces that seem to be missing, maybe lost, maybe never to be found. but regardless, i keep finding myself wanting to be found, especially by you. i keep finding myself wanting to make it work, ignoring all the work that we have to do in order for that to happen. i want so badly for the edges to smooth out, i want so badly for the rough cuts to hurt less, i want the picture perfect and i want it to be complete, but i realize how much of a feat it is just to put it together in the first place. but in a tiny place deep inside, i’m still hoping it’s really all worth these pieces of my own heart. it’s still cracked and a little bruised, but the thought of you seems to be changing that and maybe that’s a clue, an answer or a solution or a reason that our bodies sometimes align so perfectly. i can’t think of another reason why else that could be.

all i really know is with you, it seems like my heart is happy. and right now, maybe that’s all that really matters. (it’s a possibility i’m willing to take)."