CIVIL WARS
11.15.19
it s hard to be happy for her
claiming she’s met a piece
of her soul
pitty
you cant find a missing piece
when you don’t see your own reflection in the mirror
not knowing how to be alone
talking of souls
i could tell you about it
holding me in disbelief when i say
i’ve felt the way blood flows in anothers body
seeing myself in the reflection of their eyes
touching what is pure and holly and
beyond human recognition
returning to my body
dazed and humbled at my own insignificance and grandure
what a fierceness in love
beyond you, or her, or me, or him
it is us
as individuals, together, and apart.
it sadness me. she will never know.