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