Picture Perfect
The jagged edges
of her brokenness
fit the zig-zagged
lines of all the times
I fell and was
made whole again
My puzzle's
missing piece
Picture perfect
iodine on a scraped
knee, a sensation
captured by a gentle
breeze, sometimes
love is nothing
more than pain
being replaced
by a beautiful scar;
if you trace the
lines across
porcelain faces
do the cracks
in the facade
feel fantastical
or real?
Hard to believe
her jagged edges
and my zig-zagged
lines could from
such a beautiful
rendition of all the things
I was missing
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