With the pieces gone missing, since, how the HELL should I remember, huh???
The puzzles of love, we’d, put together, then, torn it all apart, then, put it back together, then, torn in all apart, and we just, cycled and repeated this process of making-and-breaking endlessly.
You can say, that we’re sadists who’d, enjoyed a good ol’ fashioned torture! The puzzles of love, we couldn’t, figure it out, I mean, I think I love you, my heart go pitter-patter when I think about you, and that’s, love, right???
this is, a simplified “version” of what the Electra and the Oedipus complexes looks like…diagram from online…
The puzzles of love, we could no longer manage it, and so, last night, after you’d come crawlin’ back AGAIN after you’d cheated, I’d, kicked you out, and, although the banging on my front door’s stopped, I can still hear it, throbbing in my head for some reasons.
The puzzles of love, I’d, left it outside, in the recycle bins, never had much luck with this love thing anyways, so, might as well not force myself to piece together these jagged edges, right???
The puzzles of love, why is love always never easy? Why can’t we all find the good love we know we deserved? Oh yeah, ‘cuz our parents didn’t treat each other right, and therefore, we can’t find people who will love us, and treat us right either, we’re still all, enslaved by Uncle Siggy’s Oedipus and Electra complexes, remember??? Go look THAT up, it’s somewhere, in PSYC 101!
Life, the Obstacle Course 