THE PUZZLE

You preach to the one that you are with
Because you can control the narrative in which you want to portray
To be with the one that makes your inner soul lives is just too much for someone like you to handle
So, you mold, and you mold but just like the glove it won’t fit
Without the proper piece of the puzzle there is only an empty space
The memories that can’t be erased.
Her touch, my touch, his touch, your touch
This way that way never getting it right
Longing for you inside me
Me on top of you
Riding you like that perfect wave
Making you feel as if the rhythm of our bodies is just the calm before the storm
How can this be?
That I have you trembling not like when I am with him or you are with her
But when we are together
Bursting into millions of pieces of a puzzle that was meant to be
You and Me.