"Bad Actors with Bad Habits"

"I'm a lot like you, so please, hello, I'm here"

you'd think those words would ring true and someone would pop into this pellucidly clouded mind.
trying to convince myself that someone fits. that their piece of the puzzle would match a blank spot in mine.
at first glance it works. the curves fit. but the more i beg myself to squint, i can see there the tessellation that doesnt tilt together. there are gaps, more pieces missing than either one could help fill. the edges are rough and jagged and only see each other from across the board as, at most, compliments.
you just know we could never make love.
and theres nothing left worth turning off the lights and locking the door for.
turns to be a waste of a pick and a gammut of faked emotions you wish you didn't have to.
why then, have i been convincing myself this should work?
theres nothing to work at. nothing to work for. nothing for work.

the last thing i need is a stranger who means less than nothing in the mix