A time has come in life to let go of love like love doesn’t live in my bones. I’ve been exposed to beauty in its purest form. I’ve experienced perfection and let me not for to mention how she wears perfection with a smile.

Her essence, her scent in on repeat on my skin, my hands long to hold the shape of her waist, while my eyes long to be brightened with a smile.

Hours go by like seconds, so disconnected from what kept me connected makes me feel like I have no reception, For a day I long for to have a reception, dined by glasses all singing tunes of announcing speeches.

A heart that was perfectly molded to suit hers, I struggle to breath without her. She’s my lifeline and in doing so, I’m tied to her ties and this leaves me ******* and tied to what was once mine.

Every time my eyes close, her image stalks me like prey. She consumes me with the laughter in her smile. The beauty in her tears and fears make me see why God makes no mistakes, but we do.

Perfection can not be held by imperfection. I know because my hand still shakes when I hold a glass of water. In efforts to quench my thirst, I drench myself in splashes of water, symbolizing my disappointment, and how comfortably it falls on me. No matter how carefully perfection is held, I never manage to keep it .... together..