Unrequited Moments

You do not love me with your heart.

And so I take what I can get.

You love me with the twinkle in your eyes,

The crinkles that form there in delight,

And the smirk that grows in the corner of your mouth when I make you laugh.

You love me with the golden bubbles of your voice,

That spiral out into the darkness as we talk,

The silence broken by the ebb and flow of our words.

You love me with the spaces in between your fingers,

As your hand grasps my wrist tightly,

Pulling me to whatever adventure you have planned.

You love me with the weight of your head,

As it rests on my shoulder,

Filling my senses with your warm scent.

Although you do not know you give me love in these moments,

I use them as tape, to bind the pieces of my porcelain heart together.

For I know that each shard that breaks off is yours forever,

And I can never claim your heart in return.