There are no people more pitiful,
There are no children more disadvantaged,
More worse off
Than the ones who grow up
Not seeing what true love looks like
They will search
Like a loose kite searching for the sun
For a vision of love, no—of a better life
But wander all over the city
Afraid of the light
Missing chances with one’s they deserve and bending to fit where they do not
They may insist that life has its truths, it’s own truths, habits, principles
But those truths are shadows of the only reality there is
It’s not like I have that kind of love but I’ve made my mistakes and I’ve missed my chances and I’ve learned the hard way about losing soulmates
I’ve slipped through the cracks, speaking about losing soulmates
The thing you weren’t supposed to lose
I’m sorry I broke us/ unbreakable us turned into breakable me and breakable you
Time, distance, suspicions broke this
What happens when you break the thing you weren’t supposed to break?
Do you get sent back to hades? Does he disassemble you?
So was I reincarnated?
Am I supposed to pass the fire?
And teach someone new how to love, the things you taught me?
What is the purpose of this task? Who or what is writing this story?
Were we ever even human