You Make Me [wait]

You make me
pathetic,
and in as many ways as you set me free,
you chain me down.
I wish that I could wish
that I didn't need you,
but I can't help it,
I'm hopelessly addicted to loving you.

You make me
whole,
except when you disappear,
and I feel the world unravel
at the sound of your fading voice,
at the thought
that I might live in a place
where you don't exist.

You make me
ache,
with everything I can never have.
And like Icarus, I fall
for wanting,
for reaching,
for forgetting
that fire burns us all.

You make me
silent,
but for echoes,
shriveled with the forlorn hope
that you might look away from your reflection
long enough
to notice my ghost
and for an instant smile kindly.