Long ago, my heart was left broken.
Shards were left scattered on the floor.
My mind took its leave, walking out the door.
It took a few pieces with it as a token.

I’ve spent my life putting these fragments back together,
Yet I came to find the pieces could never quite fit.
In inches or more, things were always off by a bit.
I look at this broken picture, only seeing lost hope in my forever.

My mind took these pieces and threw them out to the ocean.
My spirit searches for them to this day still.
Whether it finds them or not is not a matter of will.
Until then, my heart will remain unwoken.

I find missing pieces in pieces and parts;
In the spaces of others, I find pieces of what feels like me.
What feels like me; who I could be.
I hope I can steal fragments of their hearts.

In a hollow sense of completion, I find emptiness.
In the fullness in this void feeling, I can only burn.
Rise to the heavens just to rot in hell; oh, this feeling I do spurn.
This endless cycle of bodily displacement of the soul is pure senselessness.