Sinew

Sometimes, i think that all I will ever be is empty, chasing the full feeling I have been yearning for my whole life.
That I will only ever be seen as the body and the bones that are holding me up, sinew and flesh be damned.
That I will never feel complete if I am not full and whole.
 
Flesh, bones, lungs and lips; these are some of my favorite parts of myself; because my flesh can come alive at night sometimes, when the house is still and quiet, and the moon has come out to play.  
My bones because they’ve held me up my entire life, even though all I have done for them is try to tear them down
My lungs because they have never stopped working, no matter how hard I willed them to.  
My lips because sometimes, when I am pretending I am whole, I whisper sweet nothings to myself the way I should always be, and for one moment; I am complete.
 I am whole, the way I always should be.