If all the people I loved in this life were to disappear
The grains of my soul would fade
I embody love to its finest definition
The clay is moldable, definable to the muse
A reflection of the strings tied

If my love is a reflection of others love for me
what if the mirrors break?

His hand cradling mine
Or holding a bloodied knife
My heart beats it’s melody
A painful screeching tune, or forsaken philosophy
Whales glide with their dead calf
Although the time will take its course longer

Shall humans fate is to see the worst in people when eyes first meet
What if love at first sight is the irony of vulnerability
A failed perception.
Or just a lesson.

That life’s first breath was bitter
filled with smoke
To be fulfilled, the lungs must be blackened