Catch Your Breath, Girl

I crave him, like oxygen;

selfishly sucking in and back out

as if to take it all.

Needing all of the best parts.

Accepting all the worst.

Damaged and seeking his approval,

waiting for that door to slam closed,

and knowing I can't beg him to love me,

as I've done so many times before.

I crave him, like sustenance,

rich in all I've ever wished for,

and drenched in possibility.

Seeing him, taking it all in,

I step back in awe

of a man I once thought I'd known,

who became a stranger,

and a lover once again.