There’s a part of me that’s fallen in love with pieces of you.
But pieces and parts don’t quite fit together
The way that I’d like for us to.
So I’ll sit here while you stand there,
And watch all the little could haves and would haves float by us.
Because the pieces and parts just aren’t enough
To recreate the picture I have in my head of you.
I had this poem written in my head last week but never put it to paper so I could only remember small parts and had to basically write a completely new poem but I still really like this one. Maybe I’ll remember the original and edit accordingly later idk.