Overbearing

I walk to the edge
this is my life now
Daily come to death
frolic in her arms
Hold her black hands
against my barely
beating heart.
But she pushes me
from the cliffhanger edge
"You're not good enough for me"
she whispers and floats away
because I am never the best
never truly good enough.
Even death mocks me

Puzzle

Almost 4 years ago

I found a puzzle. 

I opened the stale cardboard box

and smelled the new book smell

held in the 4 walls of that puzzle. 

I started piecing together 

the image that became my life

and then I stumbled upon  piece 

Like no other I'd ever seen. 

It was beautiful. It out shone 

the sun and the stars. 

I was scared of this piece

How could I not be afraid

of the purest perfection?

I spent years working on the puzzle

slowly getting used to the one piece.

But then the puzzle was stolen, with 

only one piece away
from utter completion.