Yours Sincerely

When we fall in love
We hope that the curves and crevices
And bents and dents of a person
Are of the exact shape that would fit in
Our sharp edges and blunt ends.
We flaunt our jagged past that sticks out.
We keep our scarring ideas at hand
Not to hurt but to show that this -
Is what needs to be embraced.
But then as we get closer,
We become weary of or irregularities.
We become embarrassed of our flat dullness
And start moulding;
Bending a little comfort here
Breaking of a little self-respect there.
Finally it becomes a competition about
Who is doing it better.
Who is sacrificing more scaring ideas
And whose past has been polished
Into a more fitting memory of gone by days.
Some of merely manage
To fit in certain curves with gaping holes
And try to make the mismatched bends here and there work.
However, some of us let go.
Because for us -
It is not about fitting into that puzzle.