Writing can be gruelling.
It can be hard to describe something how you see it,
As if no word in the English Language could ever come close
To describing the beauty of the sunset.
And the way her eyes gleamed,
Looking out towards the deep blue ocean.
It can be difficult to describe just how much,
your heart ached when she left.
And it can be hard to say,
Even though it's been months and she's moved on,
Everyday you feel something missing inside.
Your lost puzzle piece.