You Make Me

You Make Me
Trying to make sense of what you have made of me.

You make me smile outside and in, but
You make me weep scalding hot tears
You make me burn happily with acknowledgment
You make me yearn for more, yet
You make me expect less
You can make me sad with words you never remember

You make me cry out like a baby
You make me keep it in like a soldier
You make me a little boy, head on your lap
You make me a man, urgently proud and erect
You make me a woman, wantonly open for you
You make me an old man, writhing wrinkled and spent

You make me whole and complete
You make my hole pucker and sore
You make my body decorated and defiled
You make my inhibitions dissolve and degrade
You make me remoulded and rebuilt
You make me want to be destroyed

You make me go upstairs to check my email
You make me afraid to go back online
You make me want to ignore The World for you
You make me crave your attention and lap it from a bowl
You make me listen at the gate for your car
You make me tear inside when you leave

You make me wonder where you are tonight
You make me invent imagined indiscretions
You sometimes make me want them to be real
You make me choke when sometimes they are
You make me underestimate you
You make me worship everything you are

You make me love you because of who you are
You make me love you despite what you are
You make me hungry for your love in return
You make me sit up and beg for it
You make me suffer beautifully for it
You make me look you in the eye as I say it

You. Make. Me.