Imperfect Jigsaw Puzzle

I am like a jigsaw puzzle,

born perfect,
a perfect picture,
a picture full with colors and shapes.

As I grow up,
I gave myself away,

like a jigsaw puzzle,

I gave my pieces away.

To the people I love, 

to the people who loves me,

to the people who made an impact,

to the people that gave me friendship.

When all the pieces are together, 

I am complete, 

stay with me,

so I will always be a perfect jigsaw puzzle.

I have a few special pieces,

I don't know how many,

but i gave it only to someone special,

for now it's only you.

You left me,

you took that piece far away from me,

I feel incomplete,

My jigsaw puzzle is missing a piece.

I miss that piece of me,

there was a time where I hate you,

and I hate me,

for giving that special piece to you.

Because of you,

because of that missing piece,
my puzzle can't be complete,
my jigsaw puzzle is no longer perfect.

I thought you will always stay with me,

you promised me that,

but I won't take it back even if I can,

even though it makes me imperfect.

I'll let you have it,

hoping you will remember me,

remember how special you were,

and remember how you get that special piece.

I will try living without it,

hoping that one day,

someone else will give their special piece to me,

a piece that have the same shape and color that I gave to you,

The piece that  makes my jigsaw puzzle perfect again,

till that day comes,

I will try to go on,

as the imperfect jigsaw puzzle.