Puzzle pieces scattered on the floor,
A quarter past one,
I need you now,
Beautiful words,
Quivering, shaking in release.

Puzzle border complete,
Middle pieces in piles and patterns,
Pieces light, gray and black,
Edges jagged, dark and distorted,
Reading it all to make it fit.

Staring at the puzzle almost in completion,
No longer a desire to know the answers,
Puzzle thrown to the floor,
Images of you and who you really are.

Acceptance of your puzzle image,
Not what I expected,
 I loved you no less,
Appreciative that you resisted,
Your self gratification denied.

He thought of my family,
Of course he did not,
Written in stories with no after thought,
My most precious gifts he did not respect.

Puzzle pieces on the floor
A quarter passed one and a little drunk you say?
Not even a drop,
I need you not.

Are you male or female?
Over 18?
Where do you live?
Oh and my favorite what r u wearing?

An exceptional woman,
I stand so tall,
My pieces are bright, colorful and emphatic,
Never would I write about those you hold so close and dear,
Your level of hate I cannot contemplate.

And through it all I keep your secrets,
I always will,
I wish you no strings attached entanglements and fun
Emotionless SEX and oh baby ever so much cum

More than yesterday,

-your dirty little whore