Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Wreckage

He brings a certain peace to the storm
I've been fighting for eighteen years.
He doesn't calm it in its
entirety but parts of it are
easier when he's around.
The wreckage of my heart
looks more like abstract art
when I look at it through
his eyes, not exactly clear
what it conveys but incredibly
transparent in the way it makes you feel.

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