how sad is it to think you may never find your soulmate?

they are too poor to afford a plane ticket to travel to that place they have longed to go.
Unable to experience a new adventure or even you.

maybe they are too caught up in their current relationship and blindlessly marry someone. They are comfortable with them but uncomfortable to admit they just settled.

your soulmate could have been too weak. Unable to deal with the worlds pressures and ended their life with a shot or swipe.

how sad is it to realize not everyone makes it to their soulmate?

the other half will be searching for their missing link until the end of their time.

What can only be described as the sound of velcro being ripped away from felt, was similar to the way I ached when you walked away.

Quick  almost painless but a slow burn as the feeling settled.
Then, nothingness.

But as I try to peel the bandaid away like my protective shield being dropped. The wound you left isn't as visible.

If I press hard enough, my faded memories come back.

pain that I know all too well.

Then I realize no matter how hard I try to heal, the sensation will always be prominent. The scar may be gone but your dark memory lingers.

Along with the ever growing trees,
numerous people,
thriving agriculture,
hate has cultivated our land and bodies.

It is no longer considered an emotion
but a catalyst to destruction.

Once you left me,
my life turned into a downward spiral.

I kept tumbling down.

Once you came back to me,
i couldn't regain my balance.

So I dragged you down with me.

her spirit was so powerful,
I believed she controlled the weather.

her smile caused her eyes to crinkle and the smallest sliver of light shone through to brighten the sky.

her mouth created the most beautiful sounds while laughing and singing. It felt like the calm before a storm because for a short moment,
everything seemed perfect.

her tears in her dark hours caused monsoons and tsunamis. So much pent up emotion in one fragile person created the idea of a dam breaking when her world does too.

her rage that forms with the realization that no one can change the inevitable life brings, causes her to shake with fury. The dark sky breaks open with a momentary light. She makes lightning with her quick, angry ideas that are bursting out of her collapsing body.

her shaking hands are the slowing down of rough seas. The drying of puddles after a spring shower. She's sorry for the mess she has made but doesn't realize it's only natural.

it's in her nature, so that's why it happened in a cycle.
I stood in the eye of her hurricane and watched her fall in a downward spiral.