Pieces

See? There are little bits and pieces that make up who we are. Everyone has them. Some are sewn together with love, some pieces barely fit... so I’m never quite certain how they got there. I want to know everything about you. From your childhood to your adolescent years to your family and when you figured out you were queer. I want to know everything. So tell me the story about how you got here. I wanna know about your scars. I want to know how you got that cut on your upper eyelid. And the lacerations I can’t see. 

Tell me, so we can fall and find the pieces that fit just so.. locking into place, because when you body was next to mine it felt real. Like something was going to work for once. I want to know everything. Paint me the story about your first love and how it came crashing down like mine. We both know that life isn’t a fairy tale. But doesn’t this feel right? Just the way your hand found mine so easily that first night... I want to know. how... How we can make this work and start our own damn story. The one of how our jagged pieces combined from you and me.