There's a piece of me missing.

I gave it to you.

My heart is divided into equal parts:

One perfect, one broken.

How can that be?

How did you fix it completely 

Yet tear it apart

When we parted?

The look on your face

When the bus came to take me away

I'm sure mine looked the same.

The sorrow I felt

Ran down my cheeks for hours

And the downpour began anew

Each time it stopped

For even a moment.

And you felt the same.

The best parts of me

Live with you

So that must be why nothing feels

Quite right

Without you.

You took me away

When we parted.

Did I take you?