I used to know you

I used to know you

every little kink in your brain

how your eyes would flash when you were upset

and your glasses reflected your anger

you were an open book to me

and I can still read it - here's the hard part

I can still read it but it's in another language

and I spent so long trying to translate it

translate you 

to make you make sense

because you meant the world to me.

My world's rocked now

but it's all good...

I have to stay away

and hide

for my own good so I don't lose what matters

because you make me spiral

but it's okay...

I guess I just wonder 

if maybe while we're busy coexisting

I'm missing out on something

important...

I have everything I need

don't I?

What if you're the missing puzzle piece?