Rubber Cement For The Heart: Sestina

I am growing more and more fearsome of your love, so

I am creeping on edges tip toeing through spaces,

realizing life is all about surviving and balancing.

I’ve grown accustomed to changing my needs to fit your life,

but even I can’t piece together your fragments and fix your cracks.

I prefer to think of you as a series of parts, and I

will never be able to keep up with all of your separate parts

because they make you so much harder to love. All I

really want to do is be the one to mend the cracks, and

write my name across your heart to fill in the empty spaces,

I think I could be the one to save your life, but

You’ve got to give up this whole balancing,

act- as if you never really enjoyed balancing, and

You never wanted to break into pieces and parts

In the first place and one day realize you want me in your life,

realize this is the thing you have been waiting for-love,

and you’ll no longer exist between the spaces,

or feel like the world is just a big series of cracks.

You’ll ask: can I keep running til I eventually break from all these cracks?

The voice in your head says

Maybe I can fit you somewhere in my life,

Show you what started the cracks, make you

realize I am terrified of this love, but

I am sick of all this balancing, I’m

Going to make these parts

include you and hide you in the spaces, and I

Will say: in my bed there are still spaces.

I want you in my life.

I’ll put up with all of the parts

of you that make you who you are and bring some rubber cement to fill in the cracks.

I’ll work out this thing called love.

My love is in those spaces.

I’m fine balancing my life to

Reassemble the cracks and become one heart instead of parts.