You and I; we are both formidable
But then, like the thin line between its two definitions
We both live in each other's opposition

You.
You always had this grace—this delicateness and feebleness
That kind that would make anyone protect you with their lives
Not to mention the talent you were blessed at birth
The way notes would dance in accord with your fingers—how formidable

I.
My sight would always give people chills down their spines
That kind that would make you either fight or flight
With the cold demeanor I was cursed upon birth
Like how I would twist the words from my mouth.

You.
You were everything the world wanted—only more, nothing less
Can you see how their eyes would spark upon your descant?
You were a living, walking goddess upon mortals
And you were the kind of formidable one would stare in awe.

I.
I was nothing the world wanted—nothing more, only less
In how I would see the hatred in their lids at the mention of my name
I was the epitome of Lucifer incarnate, disrupting serendipity
And I was the kind of formidable everyone would want to be gone.

Us.
Yes, we are both formidable
You elegantly, I grotesquely
And the thought of us, meeting even just once
Will only be this pitiful mind's apparition.

To love is to embrace the simplicity of a bond.

She supposed it was more than just rain.
It was a touch, light and rough upon the skin.
A harsh tap tap that seemed to echo through the world.
Eventually, it took over as she knew it would.
It felt cool, running down her soul
Not that she wanted the cracks cleaned out.
But the rain was insistent, formidable, and crushing.
It was, after all, more than just rain.

Yes, I miss you.
It's not everyday and its always brief.
Every once in while there is a moment when it is so still that I can-
i can remember, I can feel, I can taste us.
The nights we stayed up just being in each other's existence, it washes over me like that first air conditioned breeze on a hot summer day.
And as quickly as it comes, in a flash I remember our downfall and I take it all back.
I take that moment, our one singular moment and I place it in a little box and lose it on an unforgotten shelf in mind.
Because if I go there, if I stay in the memory of what could have been, if I pretend that what we had was real... It would be unfair to me and my pursuit of happiness. And that is something that I deserve: true, unadulterated and formidable happiness. Not because I need it, but because I deserve it.

So yes, ex lover, I miss you. But not more than I love myself.