She does not write to match
perception, nor tailor her words
to gain acceptance.

She pours out her raw essence—
Undiluted, unfiltered, never refined
for the sake of consumption.

Darling,
You were never—
Held by my heart,
Carried by my senses,
Flowing in my breath,
Attached to my soul,
Bound to my core;
Not even woven into
the fabric of my life force.

For you were always that
formless truth—
the silent force that held
and shaped my very source.