We all need a little more than we let on

And she didn’t need much

Just a little taste of love

Just maybe

Just once

 

She needed eyes to decipher

Her silver galaxies

Too often lost in the muddy brown

She needed feet to navigate

Her mind full of forests

And guide her from their shadowy depths

She needed lips to part

For her untold secrets

And breathe fire to her quivering dreams

She needed fingers to brush

Aside her insecurities

Like dry pencil shavings

She needed a heart brave enough

To let her love kindle

His fire for her

 

She needed all this

But was ready to be needed

To give all of herself back

To swallow his fears

To cry his hurt

To bare his wounds

To hold him in the night when pain splinters through the room like lightning

And waves of sorrow tug away the covers

And all would be lost to the darkness if not for a body

Hers

Saving him instead

Because that’s what love is

Or so she imagined

 

We all need a little more than we let on

And she needed to love and be loved

Just like everyone else

Just maybe

Just once

But we don’t all get what we need

Foolish girl

 

Sometimes the companions

Of self-doubt and disappointment

Must suffice

And she was kept in good company

With their rumors of unworthiness

Whispers so loud

They became her own

And silver galaxies began to fade

From the muddy brown

Leaving no trace

Of needs unmet