I am a broken vessel, searching for the soul that has slowly leaked since the day that you went away. There was no warning of rapture, nor apocalyptic gore, that could scare the way you did when you walked through that door.
Your love I felt breath into me the soul I thought I did not contain. But truly spoken, you only awoke it. The love inside I held tight as if my last breath in the dead of night. For dead inside is what I was, a soul repressed with no ever sought rest.
Love I felt but could never own. Know this I did, but even so; When you find love so bold, so blindingly bright, do you turn away? Cast aside your eyesight? Or do you simply stare, perhaps take action, and hope that you can one day hold the love that is the only way to repair?
My soul, my heart, my life, my fight.
All of these I offered you and asked only to share in your golden light. But a fool I was, not just once or twice...But again and again until the flame that once had tempered this bridge destroyed what had blossomed before it could bud.
I was not honest and tried to deceive this paragon of love that I saw in front of me. Instead of my soul, I showed only this mask; The one without substance or mass.
Now here I lay, here I think back. The empty vessel; Broken glass. To love so pure, beyond even Divine grasp. For even God punished, even God became irate, but with you, I felt nothing but a calm sense of fate. If I had only shown you my soul, instead of this mask, I have to wonder: Would we have last?