The truth is, though;
I will always have leftover feelings for you...
And you, and you, and you.

I put so much of myself into the time I had with you-
That when the end came near-
I had to leave a piece of myself with you so I'd never have to carry it around with me.

And that is why:
My mind always wanders back around...
At some point, random memories sneak in.
At some point, I remember what it felt just lay next to you.
At some point, I think back to giggling along to the jokes we told.
And each moment I fall all over for you, even if for a few seconds.
That is why I will always have leftover feelings for you.

I know love is real
For I have held hands with the angels
And tasted what is evil
For I have touched the colors of the unseen.
And drowned in the darkest of hours
How beautiful?
This conundrum.
For One can not exist without the other.
Almost like a love between two souls
As one can not exist without the other
How beautifully ironic
This thing they call love

Become something for yourself
not for others

There is a hollow
embedded in the thick
of my mind.
Through it, no light comes.
From the darkness, yesterday
whispers in known voices.
The cold dawn of tomorrow
breaks on a black sky, and I am anchored along the edges of a fracture.

Expose your soul to me,
every inch of sincerity,
every kiss of clarity,
without an apology.