Catlover,
When we engage with puzzles, we're stirring up a box brimming with thousands of little pieces, a complex mess of what's supposed to be whole and it's jumbled up in front of our fingers as we try to piece it together. Some of us desperately. Some of us with time and patience and a sense of pursuing accomplishment. I like that this is not a poem about a puzzle so much as about the gaps.
I understand that as a song or a rap, it touches upon everyday life with a wonderful flow. But as a poem, I might suggest to really dig in your heels and go deeper.
For all the lyricism here, I think there's a much darker edge to this piece with the focus not on the puzzle itself, but the missing piece of the puzzle, and the over-focus on what the puzzle lacks. The narrator has a splendid voice but the refrain is the longing, the boyfriend gone, the aching of it. The draw of it being Valentine's, the theme, the love, etc.
I think the draw should be the narrator. I like the narrator, I like her truths. I think there is a raw energy in the voice and lyricism, we get beautiful lines like "heartstrings are severed / I can be a flirt, and I can be a player" that is such a nice line! It gives us a strong voice and a personality and a sass about her.
But I personally think what is most tragic is the narrator's insistence that this missing piece of hers is some guy to "hold her". Perhaps, she will come to see the puzzle for the complex whole that it is and come to see the missing piece as proud battle scars. Perhaps she'll see through the gaps in her puzzles and come to love her grandmother's table that has held and steadied her game for the past hours. Or perhaps she sees through the gaps to the stain in the carpet from such wild a night she could only have whilst dancing to music in her room alone, but not ashamed.
The beauty of this piece is that you were able to deliver us to the emotional moment of somebody's life. This is the strength and backbone of why we kept reading.
Thanks for sharing these emotions. Where it is true, it is gold. You flow well! Where it is forced, "the dog on a muzzle" line--SOO forced, I'd recommend just axing those lines. Never sacrifice your meaning with your rhymes. Keep writing.
~ as always, Audy
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