it feels like someone opened up a puzzle box,
and somehow my piece wandered into this picture.
and now here we are,
smashing and jamming and cramming;
trying so hard to fit me where i can’t.
and everyone tells me “but the picture is so much prettier when you’re in it!”
but i don’t understand how it can be so pretty,
when all it does is hurt.
is christmas over yet? i’d really like for it to be done.