i 
think 
myself 
sick, 
sometimes.
there are these old memories i have of us;
i swear they're more heartwarming 
than any romcom film.
on wednesday you kissed my forehead and 
it made me feel wanted, at least for a few seconds.
i want to know why you can cheat on her with me
but you can't leave her for me.
you told me i was enough 
yet here i am scrambling to find anything 
that can mask the pieces that are missing from me.
i want to be whole for you.
is she whole?
does she know you're not holy?
holy **** 
i want to make you whole.