I need you to hold me,
tight and close.
My chest feels like its caving in.
Like a black hole has opened up inside my rib cage
and is slowly devouring me from the inside out.
I want your arms wrapped around me,
muscles tensed and skin warm.
Pulling me closer to you
in an attempt to hold together all of my broken pieces.
Nimble fingers putting me together like a puzzle.
But there are parts missing that you cannot even fathom.  
Parts of myself that I don’t even understand.
As long as I’m wrapped up in you
I don’t care about my missing fragments,
because you make me feel more complete than I ever have.