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Virtuous May 2018
Oh to be in love with an illusion
Rather than be faced with reality
To be unaware
That the one who occupies my thoughts
And holds my heart
Is a character
As fictional as the ones I read about
To desire something so strongly
That I drink from an empty cup
And tell myself that it’s water
To be infatuated
Rather than in love
A tragedy indeed...
Virtuous May 2018
Three Years...
It's been three years
Since Ive seen your face
I hardly think of you now
But every so often
When your name
Is found in my thoughts
I miss you
And I have a question for you
I was too afraid to ask before
But something shifted
As the days turned into weeks
And the months turned into years
And I wonder
Who this person is that I am going to meet
When our paths cross again
Time changes a person
But I hope we still share some things
That will connect us again
And if not
At least we have the memory
Virtuous May 2018
Hello Stranger
How was your day?
Do you want to play a game?
Oh that’s right we’ve met before
Hello Stranger
Can you do me a favor?
Wait... nevermind
We’ve met before
Hello Stranger
You seem familiar
It’s oddly peculiar
Could it be...
We’ve met before
Hello Stranger
I guess I’ll let you go
As if we’ve never met before
Virtuous May 2018
With the heart of a mermaid
And love for the sea
I was created to explore...
The depths of life and meaning
The depths of identity
And of the soul
So I dive
Unaware of what I'm searching for
And yet so ready to find it
Virtuous May 2018
Here I stand
In a room full of faces
In awe of the fact that behind every face there is a story
And as I ponder that I realize
That I am in a room filled with stories
No two stories are quite a like
But many share the same elements
How many of them end up with a broken heart?
Or a shattered soul?
How many hopes and dreams fulfilled?
How many hold regrets?
How many do we wish to be rewritten?
How many are being written out for us?
Secrets
Betrayal
Hope
Love
The things that come with being human
I may not know your story
And you may not know mine
But maybe were not that different after all
Virtuous May 2018
"What's it like being  heart breaker?" He asked
" I don't know you tell me... You broke mine" I replied.
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