were not a carved a silhouette.
A predertermined notion.
Society's rules did not code you
define you, you
ripped them up, rewrote them, made them your own, and oh, how I owe you for including me in them
Pencilled in between the lines, a fine print in your handwriting, unnoticed until you looked closer, closest
stared longer, longest
Squinted so that your eyelashes bent the light between and you saw me for the first time amidst those
plain and ordinary.
a little line of black and white, too afraid to escape the confines of the lines of the paper I was printed on, hilted in, alone and owned like contracts are
until you spattered ink across the page, let it drip down
down to the floor,
touch your skin, let me in let me in --
and you did.
I seeped through your muscles, into your blood
Pounded round your heart, a flood
of ink and raw emotion, a mesh of melted fuses, an ocean of
copper wires that
poisoned you from the inside out but that's what our love is.
Rewarding as it is deadly, to know that we could
destroy each other, another
human with whom I share the same
the same thoughts
the same lane, road, home, you
are my home, my love, mine and I
am so lucky, you can't understand
To have you with me in the barren wasteland of
my mind, you are the light, the water, needed for surviving, thriving, please --
who you are to me, your grace,
and I will try my best to be the person you need me to be