to insufficiency

to insufficiency

i'm crying because so much of you makes no sense in me.
it's packed away somewhere in here and i can't find it.
i even looked for it because i wanted it a few weeks ago.
but the last few times a tried it i messed it up and lost it.
the biggest thing i guess i'm trying to say, in roundabout
terms is that i need you. and i love you. and even though
i don't understand you, and so much of you gets mulled
and feels so incomplete because i can never see the whole
picture, i'm satisfied knowing what i know. but here's the
paradox: i'll always want to know more. you're all of me.
and
that's
never
enough.