The little missing pieces,
Of me
Are often,
Found.
Found in you.
Crumbled.
And
Crushed,
Into a dozen more,
A hundreds then,
Maybe a thousands too.
Love for you,
I expressed.
I am guilty as charged.
I see you.
I see you love.
Them.
Her.
I see you,
See you as a precious rare gem.
You see me,
Not.
You deny my existence.
To achieve your love,
What is it that I have to be?
What is it that I have to do?
Tell me.
And I will be.
And I will do.
That.
