Something more

I can't seem find myself anymore,

my pieces are lost somewhere in this city,

in the hands of men whose souls were broken,

trying to complete their incomplete.

How long does one wait to feel loved?

someone to love your punctured and torn soul,

even though you learnt to live without one,

yet they rip theirs to make you whole again.

I don't want to fill up your empty house anymore,

I want to cover the streets like the autumn leaves,

I don't want to be a glass filled with wine,

I want to overflow and bloody your floors.

I love being your shadow in the night,

but I crave for the sunshine through your windows,

the smell of smoke and sweat has your name now, 

but now my skin and soul ache for something more.