Saturday, 14 December 2019

Pieces of you

Pieces of you. 

I saw fragments of you in many women I thought I could've loved, you were always the ghost in the machine. They only had pieces of you, they were never you and deep down I always knew. Pieced together is your image in my head, a faceless jigsaw puzzle of fragments of imagination.

Let me love you from a distance where you're still perfect in my eyes, out of focus is where stars and the best art ought to be. I fear that your imperfections lie too deep and too wide to cross, and your perfections lie on their banks beckoning to my doom. I fear sinking into you.

Bright lights serve not as beacons but as lures. And here I am carrying forth out of the comfort of the dark into the light, or maybe I venture into the dark and I was always your light. Maybe I was the sun and you were always icarus, I can tell from all the previous aviators I've burnt and scorched.

Be that as it may, whoever we may be, be I the sun and you the moon, or be you the day and me the night, our infatuated chase is what makes the world go round.

So I know I will never bore of you. I wrote this and I probably haven't met you yet, but find these words fit into your soul as if you spoke them, because I was always your voice and you were always my eyes, you'll show me all the things that I was too blind to see. Let us be at balance, let us be at peace.

Pieces and fragments, pieced peace. I will solve you. 

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