gunwithoutmusic | 3. Without You

It isn't like we didn't fit.
More like, we were
Ever-shifting puzzle pieces
From a cheaply made set,
Wavering between
Fitting too tightly
And falling apart at the smallest impetus.

I thought that we would be,
I don't know,
Something really special?
But then I thought that
About everyone before you
And everyone after you.

I guess I'd like to say that
You weren't really special,
But who's the one
That's less special,
The one who's being written about
Or the one who's just a
Phantasmagoric memory,
Who only rears his ugly head
When paralysis overtakes your
Peaceful sleep?

I think that you're selfish;
You think that I'm heartless.

I think that I'm better off;
You don't think of me at all.