Puzzle-Woman

I am a puzzle.
A three dimensional puzzle. 
A kind one puts together just so they can take it apart. 
Not the kind one frames and places on the wall for everyone to see.
NO - I am a puzzle that is always broken,
And gets built again,
And again,
And again.
What good is a puzzle - if it's in pieces?
What good is a puzzle - if it is whole?

I am a puzzle.
I live in between my two ends - 
The broken, and the complete.
The empty, and the whole
The Vague, and the clear. 

I am a puzzle.
A three dimensional puzzle.
A kind of puzzle with pieces like lonely, joy, anger.
A puzzle of the human kind. 
The human tower of feelings,
Of sorrow, of rage,
Of laughter, of desire.
Wanna know what I look like? 
When you build me - you undress me,
Piece by piece. 
And when I am whole - you can see me,
Whole in my nakedness.
Until you take me apart
And begin anew. 
I am a puzzle. 
I get built up - just so I can be taken apart.

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