he came in little tattered pieces. a puzzle with a million parts.
I desperately sought to collect them all at once, but he refused, reminding me the heart never gave away all its secrets at once.
He wasn’t easy, but I never seemed to love the easy things in life.
I found him to be a mystery, one I knew id have to solve. A song, I had to sing.
Lips I wished to kiss, and a mind I dreamed of discovering.