I looked
in the cracks
of my mirror
and saw
compulsive attachments
to things
slightly unhealthy;
A mask
to a pain
innate,
repulsive.

I long
to expose
my unearthing;
The marrow of the bone -
from the unreachable core
to the ore of my tissue.

To admit
that I don’t really miss
Anyone;
But a once-in-a-lifetime chance
to find home.
To be loved completely.
And
to be loved whole.