Pieces Of You

You don’t like talking
about yourself
but sometimes
when I ask a simple question
you would answer it
and I figured,
you’re my favourite
you’re my favourite puzzle

And I
I became a collector
I collect every piece of you
Every piece I can get
and I try to figure out
the whole picture
of you

But there are so many
pieces and contradictions
I am already afraid
i just build you
out of my dreams and hopes
and the you I have seen
and fell in love with
have never existed

Tell me,
are you real
or are you
just another dream
I made up
to survive?