Time

You pulled me in like a shelter in a storm,

You’re a shelter from my storm.

My soul is tired and worn,

But your hurt matches mine.

And I think we both have boxes full of bandages for one another,

But you’re pulling away.

I just want to heal your wounds.

If time heals all wounds,

I want to be your time,

And you be mine.

You’re seeped into my veins like a drug,

For once the healthy kind.

My skin feels like your skin,

And I can’t even touch it,

Without touching you.

Let me be your glue,

For all the pieces she left strewn all over the goddamn floor.

I’m good at puzzles,

You’re my piece.

Let me be,

Your peace.