have I ever told you? you are the August moon, December rain and I am summer year-round. when we meet, the light catches and from your rain and my sun we make a burst of color - fleeting, beautiful, and never real.
I feared her beauty And held my breath The things unspoken, Left unsaid Fragments broken Like shattered glass Show a time That came to pass A veiled mirror Reflects the truth She is not me She is not you
I wrote this because “she” is the truth. The things we hide away that are begging to be set free.
She is a mosaic Of beautiful, broken things Melded together by hands Far more careless than my own I wish for nothing more Than to take the fragments Of her fragile existence And turn them into something That lets the light shine through