#2457

I will meet the love of my life someday.

When my ribcage finally learns
how to wrap itself neatly
around a heartbeat that has discovered
its perfect tempo.
Where the familiarity of home
warmly embraces the adventure of the open ocean.

My awaiting love, she calls my name.
All I need to do is know myself well enough
to touch her smiling face.

#2454

He made me cruel.

When he tore my vulnerability apart
and replaced it with insecurity,
there was no room left to radiate love.
I stopped warming my own skin, let alone the skin of others.
I have no softness because he chilled it to the bone.

So when you ask why I seek shelter within the cold,
here is your answer.
Do with it what you will.

It is because he made me cruel.