Shards

I don't know why,
but more than anything
I want to find a man
who will protect me.
From what, I don't know.
Perhaps from myself.
From breaking my heart into pieces
and then stabbing myself with the shards.
Day after day,
wishing for what I can't have,
grasping for what I can't reach,
longing for what I can't know.
Maybe it's too late for a man
to stop the wreckage.
Maybe I need someone
who will pick up the pieces
and make me whole again.