Ink Stained Soul…

My piece’s are mine.
They shaped me.
Formed me
Into a broken,
Over thinking,
Guarded beautiful mess.
I never give them all to anyone fully, but for you,
You saw the most and taught me to keep them guarded more.

You stole my breath.
Took the oxygen from my lungs.
Removed all possibilities of me ever being able to move through life without craving you near.
One kiss was all it took to changed my entire existence.

I use to hide my tears. Tucking away all the feelings that wrecked me. Now I wear my sullen look like my warrior paint. Bathing in my pain as a reminder that loved lived here. The truth is that only love can break you so deeply.  The void it leaves can’t be ignored. Stained in every part of who you are. I revel in it knowing that to live with my pain meant that I was lucky enough to feel loves warmth.

Lies we tell ourselves.