a la jigsaw.

Do you know what it is to be a lover?
To be half of a whole?

Well, I was in pieces,
and you were holding the glue gun
but my electrified
edges
never quite matched--

And you said, it's okay,
baby, you look better that way
but my uneven
creases
aren't so forgiving--

It didn't matter that I was
missing some pieces;
You ripped yourself up and
gave me battle-scars
and patchwork dimples--

But I never asked for you to
fall apart;

Darling, I never wanted you to fix me.