I feel the spotlight of your gaze and the piercing sympathy that you share.
In that gaze, I am consumed with the insecurity of self.
The desire to be all, but the knowledge that I may not be the missing piece.
Wrapped up in the comfort of your heart, I allowed self to deliver an eloquent soliloquy.The vulnerability I have strived so hard to hide behind a wall of past hurt.
Your love was the reassurance in humanity my tainted spirit needed.
The thought of it makes my soul smile.
Even with these tears, I find joy.
The experience alone has evolved me into a live loving being.
The reminder of the hollow shell you found makes it all noteworthy.
Everything that was, was beautifully glorious.
In my memory, I feel your gaze. Windows to my twin flame.
Life lessons learned are beautiful, but only second to all that you are.
…Or were.
Life calls us in different directions and gives us different experiences.
The pleasure of sharing that has been omitted, but I shall indulge as though the union remains.
The pain I have caused and the doubt I have dealt weighs heavy on my shoulders.
My words…uhmm my words don’t carry the worlds I would’ve hoped.
They are all I know to be constant and true…not things, places, or people.
Words are beautiful. You are words to me.
I write these in the remembrance of your gaze. As I write this I can only see your gaze.
It stings, but it is magnificent. Like words to me this was magnificent.
I created an all-consuming reality with you. I got lost in your gaze like I get lost in my words.
My world of words.
It is my comfort.
My blessing and curse.
My walls that housed my insecurities.
It hides my vulnerabilities, but…
I feel the spotlight of your gaze penetrate those walls…
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