Wanting Hurts But Needing is The Worst

What else is there to say?  I guess eventually everybody runs out of words but I feel like I might just be able to go on forever, or at least until my hands get tired from wildly gesticulating to prove my point upon point upon fruitless point and then perhaps I will have said all I need to say.  I find it so easy to listen, yet so hard to comprehend.  Your words would hurt if I actually allowed them to, but I won't and I'll smile when I see you and pretend things are fine when really I'm shrinking a little bit more inside every time.  Choking back words I wish I could say but I can't disturb the quiet calm we've surrounded ourselves with, the pretty nothing and the unspoken yes's and no's, where do I fit in to all of this?  Lately it's broken puzzle piece after mangled puzzle piece and I'm left wondering what happens when you drop the whole fucking puzzle box into the ocean?  What happens then, who will have the patience to piece it all back together?  And somewhere I know there is that one little puzzle piece that drifted too far out to reach, and somehow she is forgotten, replaced with another piece that fits just as well if not better but perhaps wasn't made for this particular puzzle.  So there's a discolored piece in the upper right hand corner when it's all said and done, but who gives a shit?  We'll all find our other piece some day, even if it's just a reject or something that washed up on our shores or a piece that somebody thought looked right and shoved into a place it never belonged.  Where do I belong?