If one puzzle piece
Finds its match
That other puzzle piece
Fits it as well as it fits the other
And they will always fit

But unlike puzzle pieces
That always fit each other
People aren’t quite so easy
it’s possible for someone
To fit you perfectly
But for you to not fit them

You complete me
In ways
That I’ll never complete you
As if we were some kind
Of broken puzzle

You’ve no idea
How many times
I’ve written our story
Differently in my head

Each time
Something
Close to love
Deeper than the last

Every rewrite
Getting closer
To happily ever after

But somehow
Whenever my pen
Touches the paper
To write our story

The ink only knows
How to bleed tragedy