I've read that when you meet your true soulmate
There will be no butterflies.
No nerves,
No deep, burning blush.
But a simple
CLICK.

Some say that click is the soul recognizing its mate.
I finally had my "click" moment.

There were no nauseating nerves.
No butterflies bashing around bewildered in my gut.

The longer we talked,
The deeper the conversation,
The more relaxed I became.

Then there was another click.
The collected realization of events and heartache
That led me to this person.

How if one thing had changed-- Butterfly effect--
I would never have met my twin soul.

So I choose from here forward
To accept all that life brings onto my path.
It's leading me directly were I'm supposed to be.

If you were broken, and i had the parts to fix you
i would work on you both night and day
but, i'm afraid the parts that i use would mix you
and take the best parts of you away

I want my words to be beautiful.
Beautiful like yours.
I want to see ordinary things,
Find the magic in them,
And put the magic on a page, for everyone to understand.

I want to have a way with words.
I want every poem of mine
To become a masterpiece.
Just like yours.

I am not broken.

But you are.

You see the world through pain,
And pain makes the colors brighter.
It makes the value of feelings
Climb higher.

Sometimes I wonder
If I should be broken like you
If I want my words to resonate
Like yours.

Sometimes I wonder,
If it will be truly worth it
In the end.

I wonder what it will be like,
To cut myself up to pour out the beauty inside me.

Just like you.

I imagine that you
Raise the blade
Slice your feelings open
And write your masterpiece
In red.