It was the losses in me
That kept me tied to the illusions of you
Anytime I’d want to collect the assumed lost parts of me
I ran to you hoping to crush again into those dusty roads
To recollect all the intricacies of who I was sorrow’ed into who I am
Capable, strong, vulnerable and yet so aware that the once upon a times
Of my Alice in wonderlands seem so fascinating enough to want to hold, clutch onto
Not to be her but to have her
Like grazed skin I’d find you
Not too close to keep you
But far enough to keep all my earned scars and losses
I wondered at love and the misgivings of what it should be, could be
I have it and yet to give and to hold is an endless tunnel of unraveling
Countless years go by and yet we are reminders of something unspoken
A welcoming of true nature towards something more worthy of lifetimes
We walk through lives of beings as though no one else does
To love and to hold
In my makings and my goings
Unspoken paths of sparks yearned for but earned towards
We and they
A split for a binding
The influences of most of our life languages
You hear me but do not understand me
I do not and yet I do
Like carved out caves to built up palaces
A spark for light
Switches in time.
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