All my broken bits sit cradled in your hands, and I cannot blame you for the fragments that have managed to find their way through the cracks in between your fingers and become lost in the realities of this world that are beyond the two of us.
It is easy to find myself wrapped in your hollowed voice while you fill all the voids that I never quite knew existed. You would always be whispering to me, promising me things on days that might never come.
When I am with you everything is fuzzy and you are the golden star hung on the darkest of nights. I know that it is lonely and cold without you, but recently you've been out of my reach and I am left to wonder what's worse; claiming to have you and being empty or not having you at all and potentially finding something that works.
I need to know that I can be happy without you. There have been times when I have sworn that I'd never take you back, but in the back of my mind I knew you would be there, waiting for me when things got ugly and I needed you. You are my training wheels, my comfort zone and my stability and maybe I'm not quite brave enough yet to sail without you.
I want to be brave.
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