Part of It All
Would you really be part of the puzzle?
It would be best,
That you aren’t.
We’ve been exiled, hidden away,
And torn apart.
But I’ll keep hoping, that your part of the puzzle,
Sticks closest to mine.
I don’t know what life is like without you, and I’m just learning how to cope.
But coping isn’t living; it’s ignoring the problems between us.
You’re gone, and I can’t let you go. I can’t cope.
I wasn’t meant to live without you, I wasn’t meant to be completely alone.
But everyday, still,
The wind blows, the sun rises and sets, and the world keeps turning.
It doesn’t seem fair,
The world keeps going,
When I’m stuck inside this suffocating box,
But the favor, will never be returned.
You’ve coped, started living again,
And left me completely alone and behind.
I guess our pieces of the puzzle weren’t meant to be next to each other.