In the fabric of me There is a hole With drastic curves And sharp points I’ve been trying to fill it. To fit a something there A someone But no one, nothing fits. Then you. You fit into me. In all the broken places In all the thin, deep cracks You hug the sharpest edges You fill me up so much That I forget Where the ends of us meet.
Sometimes you feel on top of the world, and sometimes you feel like your heart just fell out of your chest.