Why is it that with you I feel so lost?
Without you so alone.
I found pieces of myself in you,
But only you can put them together.
Nothing makes sense without you,
and yet in you am a mess.
A barely lucid air head.

I find myself looking for more.
It feels like a passing whim to be here,
and let you build me.
I dream of forever and a day,
I hope for hours in your embrace.

I am lost,
But you find me each time.
I cry for you,
and you hold me near.
I think its my curse,
and destiny too.
To need you.