how can i live outside his arms?
alone is anything but sublime
to survive outside his touch
is frightening
i broke my walls
and now i sit
holding their pieces
and writing his name on every single one
i wish he could breathe on these scars
i wish he could kiss my wounds
if i could see his lips move
to form the words
that say i love you
i could sleep peacefully
knowing i am wanted
despite my wanting always being more
it could be enough
to silence my cries
to feel enough
even if it's a lie
