“All this time I have been masquerading as a soul complete.”

You broke my skin and seeped into my soul.

I fell in love with copies of an original I lost long ago.

If clouds did not move how could we see the sun?

I let go so long ago. I fear I have forgotten how to hold on.

I am still looking for a soft heart in the eyes of a someone. A wild and innocent soul. Always breathless to take in a new horizon. Someone who is waiting to drive into the night and wants me to join them.

In this wilderness, Mankind is the animal I fear.

I know how our fingers would interlace. Like this and that. Delicate yet determined. As porcelain scales in serene movements. Iridescent in ways our thoughts could not convey. How beautifully we are made in the ways we trace out along soft skins the words that linger within us.

Eternity is vague. Let me fill in the blanks with you.

Under the shadow of your skin, I find ancient secrets. They are now the truths I crave.

Houses built on heartbreak is that what you call love.

And its true I needed you to break my heart to become somewhat of a poet.

Some things are too dark or too painful to share with anyone.

We have hardship without becoming hard. We have heartbreaks without being broken.

Like the mountain, she rises above every challenge, every mistake, every heartbreak.

When you find your purpose, all your pieces suddenly become functional, even the broken ones.

Never mess with a poets heart for they know how to turn broken pieces in a written masterpiece of art.

Ask me about the time you broke my heart and I’ll tell you how I put it back together again.