Bent Pieces

It's a hard thing to realize that what you want more than anything is exactly what you may never be able to have. Spending all this time pining for this, hoping, planning, it's all useless. Never quite letting go or getting attached elsewhere in hopes of one day, maybe just one day, the pieces will finally fall into place. I get impatient for this time to come and shove the pieces together, forcing connections that aren't there. Smiling through my tears at my hideous masterpiece. From afar it may look beautiful, but it doesn't take more than a second glance to see that it's faulty. But nonetheless, I try. You know I try. Maybe if I shave off this little bit of me, it'll work. No? Okay I'll cut off this piece of me that you don't like then. I'll just pretend that this piece of you is there. Doing nothing but shrinking the imperfect puzzle. I'm just afraid that I'll keep taking and taking until nothing but an empty platform remains. Then what do I do? I'm scared that that means I'd have to start building again, and I don't know if I have the tools to do that. 

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[Emily B]

you probably know this, but you cannot ever build that perfect relationship without being whole yourself

put the pieces of yourself all back where they are supposed to be, even the ones that don't seem beautiful to you, and be kind, especially to yourself

you are a masterpiece in a garden of lovely flowers, the sun is shining and you stand tall