fragmented

I have let you into me and somehow it seems
that now I cannot let you all the way in
If I do not get out and discover what is in me
Yet, I have already let you in to such depths
That the thoughts of pulling you out
Create quaking flashes of sorrow and pain
I feel trapped by my own conflicted ways
Meanwhile, you just want to feel and have me
I cannot allow that because I can see
That there is no value in your version of me
For that version is only fragments of the whole
It is lacking the essence and the entirety of her
That mystical being that I aspire to be
The person that I can identify in the mirror
Through sideways glances and a quickening pulse
I desire to give and to be given to
I ache to be part of some partnered whole
But, how can I partner if I do not have the sum
of all of my fragmented parts...