Puzzles of Life

I've been thinking a lot recently (like usual.). And to be frank I simply didn't want to come up with some sort of poetic way to say what I'm feeling. So here are my unfiltered thoughts.
Life. Life is a puzzle.
And I am a piece. And you are a piece.
I like puzzles. I like finding out where pieces fit. And I like helping people discover where they fit.
Sometimes our pieces change and we no longer fit where we used to. Because we've grown. Or maybe the pieces around us outgrew us and now we're lost, just trying to fit in again.
We're  obsessed with figuring out where we fit in to the picture of life.
But the puzzle isn't a picture... it's a mosaic.
Your piece can be somewhere else and fit just as well, look just as good.
You don't have to be surrounded by the same pieces all your life. You can contribute just as much in another spot. Your piece is beautiful.
Moving from place to place can be hard. We miss the way the colors fit. And sometimes the pieces we love are just...
Gone.

The tale of the ghosts

It isn't much, I ask of you.
You haven't much to give
And so I bring the very least
Our friendship needs to live.

Yet what I ask is still too much,
I never thought you'd say.
"It isn't fair to ask of me,
Cause He made me this way."

I miss you, friend, too much for words.
I want you to come home.
I never can forget the past
And now I walk alone.

This place,  this town, it eats alive
The ones I love the most.
And I alone am left to tell
The tale of all these ghosts.

It's hard to stick up for yourself, when you know it brings things other than what you want.
I care about you therefore I must let you treat me however you want.
Because when you set boundaries with someone they run away forever.

So we face this challenge.
My self worth vs. Your wishes

I always tell myself that the people who matter stick.
But some times people stick when they don't matter, and sometimes people who matter won't stick.
Because the people who matter change. Some day it won't be them waiting with you, it will be someone else. Love as you may, it doesn't last. And love, sometimes, means letting go.

In the end, you have to be your own ally because you're the only one who has been there through it all, you've seen every thing, heard every word, felt every tear, and woken up each morning to a new dawn.
Be your own friend.
Because if you won't,  who will?

I'm just a girl

I have made a lot of progress over the last couple of years.
My ability to communicate in situations I don't like has grown by leaps and bounds.
I don't run anymore.
I don't feel trapped into staying, because I go where I want.
I take life by the horns, look it in the eye, and tell it what I want.
I don't second guess myself like I once did.
I don't apologize for being myself.

But for all my strengths, I'm just a girl.
I'm just a girl whose heart is two sizes too tall.
I'm just a girl who has to step back sometimes because I feel too much.
I'm just a girl who wants the best for people around me.
I'm just a girl who notices the people who are gone.
I'm just a girl who can see through your mask.
I'm just a girl who doesn't know how hard to try.
I'm just a girl, who doesn't want to go because there's still someone else here.
I'm just a girl who doesn't know what to do.
I'm just a girl who doesn't know where to find you.
I'm just a girl who's afraid to connect.
I'm just a girl who doesn't  know how to  help.
I'm just a girl who cries when you're gone, and then cries when you're back.
I'm just a girl who hasn't known you long enough to care but I do anyway

But despite all these things...
I will not be blamed for your pain.
I will not stay while you accuse me.
I will not look forever.
I will not wait forever.
I will not try forever.

But I will miss you, and I will remember.

I'm just a girl.

My room is a disaster.
My heart is torn in two.
My laundry is not done.
My pillows are lumpy.

I'm just a girl, and I miss you.