Whole

I never knew what it was like to feel whole.

There were always holes.

And that big, 10 letter D-word

Always hanging over me like a teetering sword.

Waiting any moment to collapse into pieces,

It isn't something that just ceases.

Reassembled yet again with a few missing parts,

So many times it feels l ike modge-podge arts.

But,

For every day that I see your face,

I forget about those broken lines I over trace.

And that words seems to no longer exist,

And your name is the only thing I see on my wrist.

From these holes I feel a reprieve,

That is until you must leave.

The very thought pricks my eyes with water, 

And I try to prevent yet another slaughter.

What?

Why is it only with you I feel control,

Like there's nothing missing from my soul?

Underneath the broken pieces you reveal

And only with you I know what it's like to feel

Whole.