Jigsaw

For those moments when you pulled me from the edge and kept me from jumping.

The gold leaf
is chipping off

and there's no
luster left

in this situation.
And everyone's

eyes widen
because they didn't know

I was so bad off;

that I was driving

blindly

through thorn bushes.

And I'm sorry
I waited;

so long
too long
just long enough

to lose 
my grasp

on all things 
tangible.

I should've asked
for help

before my fingers
slipped

and I lost
my footing.

There is no
apologies I can send now

from purgatory
nor the bottom of my crooked heart.

All I can do
now is take my love for you

fold it 
and give it back

because I owe you
at least that much.

And we touch
fingertips

and we kiss
like 'goodbye'

because you're 
never sure

if I'll make it
when I leave your h[e]art.

Or if that urge
will spark a revolution

inside me;

causing suicide

to synapse

through my blood.

And I sorry.

I can't help
myself

and you worry
and we fight

and I hold

to your shirt

a fist full
of sanity...

As you kiss
hot tears from my face.

And I apologize
for being broken

and used
up.

And you want
to be my late night

Savior...

And this is us
this is our love.

A jigsaw
of mistakes
and broken pieces.

Author's Note

It is what it is.

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Im very glad you decided to stay with us.
Such painful emotions you express.
Not many of us have this strength or courage.

[Solidad]

Me too Z, me too.