In the shop of horrors,
You found me in my box of self-denial.
I was torn and broken, tired and worn.
The color, was faded from the pieces of my heart.
No longer was I beautiful.
No longer was I a part of majesty.
I was a living nothing.

I was a masquerade.
Happiness was my façade,
Compassion was my dream.
Love, love was my one true desire.
I had a thirst for it,
Unlike any other I’ve ever had
I felt it, welling up inside me.
I was consumed by it.
I lived through it.
NO.
I lived in spite of the love I so desired.

I didn’t know love. I never knew love.
I knew the life of a puppet.
I was a toy, uncared for. The love…
What love?
It was an imitation.
Just like all of those gifts, those empty promises
That I, I was naïve enough to rely on.
Those empty promises.
I was a puppet, an incomplete puzzle.
So broken and dead, the flames of desire consumed me.

An incomplete puzzle, my being and my heart.
A life too complicated to piece back together.
I could not do it alone.
You took my hand, refusing to let me quit.
You refused to let me succumb.
You refused to lose me.

You held my hand and made me.
You guided me through those times
And only through Love’s hell did I realize…

It was you.
It is you.
It, forever, will be you.

You found a piece of me
You brought it and put it back where it belonged.
You glued me together, the broken pieces put back into place.
You tape the frayed corners, so that I stayed whole.
You framed me and worshipped me.
To you, I am a work of art.

Slowly, we walked together and I let go of your hand.
You embraced me, and I felt safe. I was
Invincible.
I can feel it and I can see it.
An incomplete puzzle, incomplete no longer;
Pieced together by love and lust and the power,
The power of suggestion.

I opened my heart and gave it to you,
You gave me a piece of yours in return;
It filled the empty void,
Resurrected the dead heart,
Refueled the ever-dying flame of hope I had of ever loving again.

It replaced the missing piece, it made me complete.
Instead of a puzzle, I was a picture
And because you created it, it’s worth much more than just
A thousand words.
It is worth none.

I give you my love.
I give you my strength.
I give you my fears.

I am…yours.