AlphaTee

I crave you but I do not need you fall weak at your feet pleading for you Step down upon my head squashing me into the soles of your big black boots lay between the creases and cracks curled into myself; small and meek Until you wipe me up and scoop the bits of what is left into your saintlike arms needing me for the darkest hours and earliest lights of day Then it is okay to let me fade into the rest of the shining rays placed back into the murky world broken, torn, used, crumbling away Still I crave for that moment you hold pieces of me in your arms suddenly realize I want you, I need you. I want your everlasting touch need your bindin