imposter

See how I move

So rigid and crooked.

These hands you once held,

Have lost their gentleness.

Outside this mind

This figure looks just the same.

Pieces of puzzles I make out with your words

Place them all together

But the edges are twisted;

Damaged pieces I’m certain that they’ll fit.

And you stayed to help me

But as the clocked ticked

You took your leave.

Stuck in the same misshapen figure

I sat alone

No color, no touch, no affection whatsoever

Gray's and blacks that torture my eyes

But my heart tells me to go on.

So I go on, fixing the pieces

Like thorns they cut in between my fingers

My knee’s are beaten

From kneeling down to you

From looking for our pieces.