Long before I ever knew you at all,

There was a part of me that I was not

Aware I missed; and when you did befall

Me, you kindled chaos in my life's plot.

When I first felt that pang of emptiness

Where my throbbing, beating heart should have been,

I, the meticulously-painted mess,

Fathomed that you had committed a sin;

You had left me in parts and some with you,

For never had I even once been whole.

I reminded myself that it was true;

I missed you before I had known your soul.

Though to you I was but a broken a part,

I lost my mind while searching for my heart.