Pieces of Myself

Perfect falls Oh When perfect mirrors fall it breaks And become broken glass I hurt myself with pieces of myself But I guess the pain appeals Because I stand and watch how much I can bleed It's my masochistic side that allows me to breathe At least I can feel At least I still feel I open my hand But anything not meant to be Runs passed my fingers like quick sand Reason for many disappointment I have had I am used to hour-glass moments that never last But I always end up crying for fleeting moments of happiness That though gone I still miss And I promise you the loneliest place is inside my head All the memories are framed like pictures on the walls Do you want to take a look with me? I reminisce, no wonder I can't forget Being with myself can be good and bad But it's the only home I know These broken pieces of myself They are not perfect But it's the mirror I look through My reflection, I want to be honest with you I'm tired trying to fix the pieces of myself Trying to make it fit perfectly Lately apart they make more sense I want to be peacefully incomplete Because these pieces of myself They still make the whole of me