We met in an imperfect circumstance
Most imperfections hidden but strong,
Our hearts to closed and shielded to let light come in,
A shame we kept them guarded for so long.

So I sat and watched reflections of a life I’ve lived,
Passing through another persons skin,
Thinking that if only I could make you see,
Then maybe I could help you heal within.

So many days and nights I focused on your life,
As I watched mine very slowly slip away,
I blamed it on the things I thought in you weren’t right,
And wondered why it felt the same each day.

Yet every now and then when things were oddly still,
we felt an energy so wild and strong,
It only came in moments when you looked at me,
And I erased the things I thought inside were wrong.

So I focused even more to try and get it back,
That feeling that I’d never felt before,
Thinking that it must have came from all the fights,
Not knowing that it hurt us even more.

That’s not to say that I think I’m the only one,
that’s kept my soul in hiding for so long,
So focused on the outside and what it could bring,
And feeding on the pain to make us “strong”.

But now I truly know just what that feeling was,
That pure energy between us I can’t pull,
Our souls were touching from the hours of pointless fights,
Cause in the moments we felt “empty” our souls were full.

I can’t say that I have never touched a soul before,
Or felt one joining mine from skin to skin,
But the energy between us when those souls were ours,
Is more powerful than it has ever been.

I’ve had a woman tell me what a soul mate is,
And how they sometimes meet but may not stay,
Because you need to channel them to bring you light,
Instead of fear and push them far away.

I know we never really gave each other a chance,
And I know we could lose it all and never know,
I know I’ve been the one who just keeps holding on,
And I know you’ve slowly started letting go.

I believe in something deeper than I understand,
My soul keeps whispering to me,
And just before I fall asleep yours whispers to.
I want to spend the rest of my life, with my best friend, with my lover,

With you.

his eyes fill up with unseen tears as he lies awake in bed.
he tries to overcome the pain and thoughts within his head.

now tell me how he understood why the bruises helped him see,
that loving someone else could leave him bleeding on his kneese.

it aint right, the way you see him in your head.
so now he fights, in hopes that he won't end up dead.

more to come.....