is the curve of my chin in morning's light
the one you truly want to see?
am I who you want to be holding  
in the latest hours of the night
your eyes say someone else has stolen your dreams
you tell me that's not true
but can I really blame you?
when jagged edges have wounded you so many times
and their corners probably aren't as sharp as mine
I've wiped your kisses from my lips
and shook off your hand and grasping fingertips
you deserve someone who doesn't always
leave you in the dark so
no I'm not enough and
I can't be what you need but
I pray that in them you find
what it is that you can't get from me