I wonder if
Forget-me-nots
are flowers that
bloom in May

Like how we both began;
as little Summer flowers,
dancing 'neath the Sun--
screaming not to be forgotten

And yet you did--
inflicting pain
like acid rain;
so I too, shall do as you!

But I'm a terrible liar;
and to not feel so empty inside,
I'll heed the flowers and
forget-you-not~

She -- the girl who I think;
was once upon a time--
in another lifetime;
a part of me

a piece
of my soul
ripped from myself
from a long ago death--

to be found
only to make me understand
that chaos and beauty
could co-exist;

that souls--
no matter how different;
will always find a way
to recognize each other.

Oh and how beautiful and sad
to know that we--
are made out of
broken things that heal us~