The collector

Behind his eyes there is a void

I look but see nothing

something must be wrong.

a puzzle piece is missing 

and i can see his frustration 

he cant find it either

so he takes pieces from others

and leaves those that love him

less complete than when they found him.

he is a collector in some ways

of people instead of things

and he uses each 

but gives nothing in return 

except for obliviating pain

but I caught him,

and underneath these fluorescent bulbs 

I will lay out his crimes

and dissect him 

not because it gives me pleasure

and not because he has a piece missing

that I will find

but because I am a collector of sorts too

and he is mine.