Soul mates are souls.
Not beings
Not parts
Souls.
Pure.
Filled with love
Each other’s love.
Soul mates.

My love did you ever want to be mine?
Did you want my problems?
Or did you fall in love with my exterior.
The way my body curves;
Maybe the way my hair curls?
Did my eyes deceive you?
Or was it my lies?
Did you ever want to be mine?
Deal with the problems I face every night?
Or did you want a good time?
A little foreign in the bed.
On and off
Yet I don’t linger in you head ;
Like you do in mine.
You suspected everything was fine.
But I lie.
                                   Yours truly,
                                                     . . .

My mouth has patience and persistence
That’ll make you eager or angered.
My words have depthless and
Realness to make
You crumble under your hate
Or float in the brightness of
Your thoughts.
...
I tell all what I see
What I feel.
you cannot hurt me.
for you need emotion  for that.
for you need my care;
For that.
        
                                         @yhurstruly_