everyday....

i reach out for you
in the empty spaces
surrounding me;
to touch you,
to hold you,
to hear your voice,
to chance to see your smile,
...to look into your eyes...
because deep down,
completely,
not so secretly,
i am just not happy.

i reach for you
to reach for the hope
of another moment
of bliss,
to feel another
perfect kiss,
an escape from my pain,
like the cool touch
of summer rain
on my fevered skin,
hoping you'll let me in
and forgive me of my sins.

the broken pieces
of my soul
seem to finally,
gently hold....
together,
bending,
mending,
when i am in your arms.
i am craving
to feel whole,
as i press my heart
into yours.

i can't hide
that i
am broken,
maybe i
just use you as a crutch;
offering to go dutch,
and then letting you
deal with the check,
my pockets deep,
and full of love
but still uncertain
how to love

someone as wonderful as you,
always trying to be too much,
and never feeling quite enough
simultaneously,
i beg you time and again
to take this crumbling
heart of mine
into the center of your hand
to hold it
and mold it
back into
the shape that you did

on that night
now so long ago,
a master sculptor
of my soul.