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

You broke my skin and seeped into my soul.

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.

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

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

There’s a weight to it, this missing you.

We built futures I’ll never get to visit. But I still have to watch them crumble.

My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.

If this love is going to break me, at least make my suffering sweet. I want to know what you taste like in sweltering summer heat.

Within me lies an abundance of love that your ego was too blind to see.

I used every color on my palette to bring you back to life. Now you paint the most beautiful rainbows in someone else’s skies.

There is strength in breaking and becoming.

One thing about prejudices — once you break one of them, you’re screwed, because then they all have got to go.