Puzzle Pieces Of My Love Poem by Kai Ford

So...this part of my life seems a bit puzzling like a jigsaw
I am one piece and I know at some point I will have the other joined to me
to complete this wondrous picture created by the Father
I thought it was he but from the interaction w/he, my corners have lifted
from trying to force him to fit
At one point it seemed effortless
Almost seemless like 05-07
But 08 proved the jamming and lifting w/a fingernail would be too much for my piece
Edges slightly worn from the forgiveness of lies
The color seems less resilient due to the constant pressure from a heavy thumb attributed to a loss of worth
The cardboard material has lifted from the puzzle picture due to the true nature of your being
Your counterproductive piece looks pristine and newly manufactured
How is that even possible?
Didn't we both go thru the pounding&manipulating to bring us to 10?
Nope...just I. You allowed the shoving while never once addressing your problems.

With all of these defects, I know there is a puzzle piece that won't need any help fitting
It will be an extended version of me, not a completion
Because that started years ago when everything I'd need for today was supplied.
Amazingly even after my interaction w/he
Worn edges and all, I'm still whole!


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