i am the porcelain
doll that has been broken
I glued myself together
the ceramic edge of my cracks are sharp
and I remember the fall
from grace
into love
that turned to hate
and I see the fault lines
in the mirror that is your face
and I want
to smooth both of us
sand and shape your heart
and feel the strength of your hand as it holds mine
be mine
I am already yours
what can be ours?
I was told they could never put humpty dumpty back together again
and I am still missing small pieces of myself
wanting to be loved whole
complete
wanting you to want me to want you
wanting you
completely
without question
love is a complete statement
hoping for more than fairytales
I weave the story of us in my mind
like rumple
turning straw into gold
turning no into yes
turning my heart warm from cold.
there are pieces of my heart that have not seen the Sun
bits of the iceberg that needs chipping
and I just wonder.
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