Waiting
Everyone wants someone to make them whole.
I have dissected myself.
Mind, body, Soul.
I am not missing a part.
I’ve just shattered my heart.
Poked at my mind until it became numb.
Like paper, soften the edges of my pieces
with your tongue
And glue them back together
so I’m no longer undone.
I want to know every piece of you,
every treasure clue.
And until I find them all I will not rest.
Then, we can weave our lives together,
become one flesh.
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