she.

I saw her from a distance

her sillhoutte as elusive as ever.

she came to me at a time

when darkness enveloped me.

I was at my lowest and she whispered

use me

in the gentlest of ways.

the vulnerability I shared with her

as the pen and paper were my witnesseses 

made me feel alive at a time

where death was surely an option ringing in my ears.

Poetry.

as much as I've written love poems,

I would be doing a disservice if I did not mention

my first love:

Poetry.

the way she comes and leaves so naturally,

the way she's walked around in my mind,

the way she lied in between the wrinkles of my white sheets.

I fell in love with her at the young age of 16,

entering her world blindly,

yet she guided me with all her soul.

you will never understand what this means to me,

you can only read the sacred texts we share

and at least put the latter half of the phrase to the test--

try.