Missing Piece of Me, Myself & I

Introduction to Poem:

"Sometimes, we end up in situations we never wanted to fall into —
and the hardest part is trying to fix what feels broken.
This could be with a friend, a sibling, or someone close to the heart.
If you're going through something like that, this poem is for you.
It says the words we often can’t in person — especially for those who struggle to express.
So, if this was sent to you… just know that they’re trying. Genuinely."


Missing Piece of Me, Myself & I


I sit in a quiet, unfamiliar room,

wondering where things began to shift.

Like a puzzle with one piece gone —

I can't seem to find the bit that completes it.


I'm still. Unsure.

What brought us here?

I search for answers, but none appear.


It feels like a part of me is missing —

because you, the part of me, are sulking. ಠ⁠_⁠ʖ⁠ಠ


“Communication is the key.”

We’ve both said it.

But why aren't we using it?


I don’t always show my gratitude.

Not because I don’t feel it,

but because I struggle to express it.


I respect and appreciate you —

your presence, your support, the lessons you’ve given,

the way you showed up even when I couldn’t find the words to thank you.


Even now, words fall short.

But my respect for you, never will.


Seeing this sudden coldness confuses me.

I don’t know the reason,

but I feel the distance.


I want to talk.

But I don’t know if you want that too.


I don’t like fighting with you — even the small ones.

Because you’re my family.

And who wants tension with their own people?


Just because I don’t show affection

doesn’t mean I don’t have it.

I simply don’t know how to offer it sometimes.


We always talked things out before.

Why didn’t we, this time?


If you're done being sulky with me…

Can we.... Communicate?


"Because I don't want to lose

a piece of me —

especially the one

who taught me how to live."
                                                ~Bella Red🌹✨




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