Once were lost these pieces of me, but she brought them all together and her I found. Now, thrown against the wall I shatter into splinters and chips of all I had found in her. All the other halves of these pieces were inside her all along. And there they remain as I lie here among the trash. This is who I am. A martyr, a loser, garbage to all I love. I used to choose this. Now it is forced upon me. She tells me I will find someone, she also knows I won't. Even if everything we we...