Misfit's Cheap Metaphor
I’m just an upturned puzzle piece
An irregular shape that doesn’t tessellate
I don’t complete your picture
You came along too late
All I do is make you doubt the progress that you were once so sure of...
If you turn me over
Will I fit your contraption?
Intricately painted
A decorated fraction
Of the delicate puzzle that you always thought of...
There are so many other pieces
That would fit just fine
So why do you waste your time
Playing with mine?
You have a whole jigsaw, but I’m just a lost, hovering piece...
You know I’m trying to fit for you
I’m struggling to change
Fighting to break through
But I lay limp all the same
Complete puzzles may give the illusion of movement, but I am merely a fragment...
And even this fragment is fragmented
This mind, such a mess
Your riddle-life in its perplexity
It’s my only failed test
Surely you know by now that your lips on my skin don’t make me understand you?
Discarded clothes
Passionate kiss
And you can’t help but wonder
What do I miss?
You can’t see that I can’t see everything through your eyes...
My words come out a jumble
Foolishly stuttered and wrong
But charisma and charm
Just seem to dance off your tongue
How many unnoticed lies drip from your lips in the form of a kiss?
You try to flip me over too
You want to be the one
But even pinned between the sheets and your body heat
Only I can change what I’ve become
No matter how many times our bodies collide, I won’t just mold to meet your expectations...
This feeble puzzle piece
Is too weak to change for you
Perhaps a harsh gust of westward wind
Might just be enough to do what we’ve been trying to
But then again, the breeze might lift me up and carry me out of your reach…
After all, I’m just an upturned puzzle piece
An irregular shape that doesn’t tessellate
I don’t complete your picture
You came along too late
All I do is make you doubt the progress that you were once so sure of...
If you turn me over
Will I fit your contraption?
Intricately painted
A decorated fraction
Of the delicate puzzle that you always thought of...
There are so many other pieces
That would fit just fine
So why do you waste your time
Playing with mine?
You have a whole jigsaw, but I’m just a lost, hovering piece...
You know I’m trying to fit for you
I’m struggling to change
Fighting to break through
But I lay limp all the same
Complete puzzles may give the illusion of movement, but I am merely a fragment...
And even this fragment is fragmented
This mind, such a mess
Your riddle-life in its perplexity
It’s my only failed test
Surely you know by now that your lips on my skin don’t make me understand you?
Discarded clothes
Passionate kiss
And you can’t help but wonder
What do I miss?
You can’t see that I can’t see everything through your eyes...
My words come out a jumble
Foolishly stuttered and wrong
But charisma and charm
Just seem to dance off your tongue
How many unnoticed lies drip from your lips in the form of a kiss?
You try to flip me over too
You want to be the one
But even pinned between the sheets and your body heat
Only I can change what I’ve become
No matter how many times our bodies collide, I won’t just mold to meet your expectations...
This feeble puzzle piece
Is too weak to change for you
Perhaps a harsh gust of westward wind
Might just be enough to do what we’ve been trying to
But then again, the breeze might lift me up and carry me out of your reach…
After all, I’m just an upturned puzzle piece