A Yearning Embrace

I think I am growing rather desperate.
I want to look at someone and be torn apart.
I want them to pick up the pieces and put me back together.
I want my heart to stop throbbing in my throat,     to stop choking me and stealing my breath.

I want to drown my feelings of loneliness in love.
I want to be gently scolded for my messy room.
I want love letters to fly out of my fingers, describing how much I need them in my life.
I want someone to worship.

I want to get on my knees and beg for them to hold me.
I’m ready now.
I wasn’t before,
but I am ready now.