I must’ve known you in a past life You feel so familiar Even when I didn’t know that I knew you I knew There was something in the way The warmth radiated from your skin Caramel macchiato I drank you in The baritone of your laugh You were so familiar Yet we had just met Your silhouette Was one I had seen before But not in this lifetime Were you mine in another one? Slipping through my fingers like silk Always one grasp away But you’re never gone The way you remain like the rain Soaking grass in spring And I’m thirsty for you For endless nights talking in darkness Till light came in again And never running out of words But even as we spoke it felt so deja vu Don’t I already know you? How do you know me so well? Like your code is written into my cells, I feel you on a molecular level Your soul intertwined in mine But never fully actualized in this timeline Years and years come and go But your “aww” and chuckle never fade, I hear it like you smiled that way you do Like it was yesterday Time a construction that doesn’t function In the realities in which I know you I have known you You’ve been mine and I yours In lifetimes before In present, eyes closed I manifest My me’s and your you’s Subconscious whispers traveling Through time and space Dimensions unknown But I know It’s you and you know It’s me too.
A single drop of water seems inconsequential, But a bunch of them create alternate reality. Should we continue to hustle where we are? Or should we plunge into the one below where time is loosened and us free of captivity?
I often wonder what my life would have Been like, had it started differently. If I had a mother who adored me. Gave me all the affection I wanted. Protected me when I needed. If I'd still be the same. My tragic life of Misfortune, neglect, pain, Suffering, ****, abuse, and fear Have shaped me Created the girl that I am. With a moral code so strong, With standards about empathy and caring So above standard. I am reminded daily. "Not everyone is like you. Not everyone cares as strongly, For so many as you do."
Would that girl be gone? I believe the tragic life, That i was given, Was to create the woman that I am today. And the outstanding and amazing Father I was given, Was to offset the mother I was denied.
And anyday of the week. Any year in my life. I'd take the life and father i was given, Over a better life without him. And without the woman that I became.