I have never felt whole.
There has always been
This gaping hole living,
Growing within me.

It was filled once
I found the hole
That I would fit into,
and he into mine.

I am full when
He spreads my legs,
When we are flesh to flesh.

I am full when
he parts his lips,
and speaks words
full of love, love love!

Oh god, so much love.

When I want to
Cease my heart
From beating.
When I ask
My heart to stop singing,
I think of his hole,
In the shape of me.

How could I
Take away his completeness?

How could I
Be so cruel?
I have to endure
the pain, the aches.

For he would ache
If I were to end
My own suffering.

I am so selfish!
Today I must be selfless.