Yearning is a special kind of craving. A craving of the soul.
A desire ancient and wise unto its own right, no need for justification.

I yearn for another hand to rest my head in. My hands strain to stop you racing around my brain.

Possession is a strong word, and clone may be stronger still.

But if I could split myself in two, I would be untouchable. I'd give her my better parts and she'd protect me like I believed you'd do.

Life, normallity, sanity how I covet you!