Small Thoughts of a Tall Girl

Thought 26

I walk around

Limping 

For all of me

Is not whole

I walk around

Split

For part of me

Is missing

Imagine this

You're always apart from the one

Who makes you feel complete

Never there at the same moment

Never at the same time

It feels as if

A knife is buried in your stomach

Fire burns in your throat

Your legs are too scarred to move

A hand is squeezing your heart until it bursts

She lives across the country

I wish so much to see her

To hold her hand

Though it will most likely never happen 

I dream it will one day

Every minute we're apart

I feel as though

There's something 

Missing.