i picked up the broken piecesand pushed them together like a puzzle.
the corners bled a little.
i thought it was like re-adjusting,
after being away for awhile.
i pushed and twisted but
the pieces wouldn’t budge.
they didn’t fit anymore.
i tried to recreate who i was,
the person you all wanted back, to make it all alright,
but i couldn’t fit the pieces.
it’s like gluing broken shards of glass
and expecting there to be no cracks,
never realizing how much blood is leaking.
those empty spaces aren’t voids,