Withhold: Part One
I am broken
comprised of raw experience
a love for you
that forces my hand
and makes me vulnerable, too
subdued
saturated
fatigued
and infatuated
by a love for you
my brokenness
the broken bones
and this broken being
and if my broken body
does not suffice
then - complete me
solve the mystery
that is me
fill her
make her whole
fill her again, and again
again, and again
she's desperate
arguably senseless
yet -
withholding
nothing
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