Jigsaw.

Missing pieces
get left behind.
No one cares
that I'm not complete.
I am missing
certain aspects
in my life, and
they are you.
How can you
break a heart
that wasn't even
whole to start with?
Oh, it's possible,
and I think you've
done it,
before,
to me.
I don't need you,
but I want you.
I want someone
in my life that
understands me,
and that was you.
You're one of my
thousand puzzle pieces
that gets
left in the box.
Now the puzzle
is incomplete,
and so is my heart.