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.