Night time thoughts

The peices of my soul

I will whisper to you about the things I have set my love in. Hold me softly and show me that our hearts beating next to each other are enough and I will pull back my ribs to show you my soul. Ill lay myself out for you to see.
My love is not whole. It is scattered through my home and my life so that when I fracture, when I lose something, it does not break me. I will show you where I place the shards of my being so that you may know I am  yours. I'll reveal to you, with my too harsh voice, that my conscience is between the paragraphs on the books on my shelves. I am softly curled inside the crevices of my sketch books. Find me laying between my paint brushes. I'll show you the height markings on the wall in the kitchen so you may run your fingers across my name and feel my heart beat lays there. How the Golden music box on my table whispered to me of lives past and when I laid my hands upon it, it took a part of me for itself. I'm the glow-in-the-dark Stars stuck to my ceiling. The scrawled chalk names on my writing wall. When you see the constellations in the sky you can find a bit of me too. Fragments held between the knick-knacks in my room. Scraps of my mind are imbued in the colors of my mother's garden.
And when I am almost completely vulnerable in front of you, when I am trembling with fear ,I will confide in you what scares me most about my love. How I see it blossom in the wrinkles of your smile. How it's nuzzled into your collar bones. It sparkles in your eyes and rests in your hair. I will shake when I tell you that I let myself seep into your finger tips. How you touch me and I am at once settled into my self. You hold my fragile self in your hands.
    When I am done telling you all this I will admit I do not know how to take it back. I will tell you that for once if I lose something, if I fracture, I will break. I will crumble if I have to watch you leave. I will watch myself leave with you. I will never forget the feel of your finger prints on my skin or the tracing of your lips on mine.