Mismatched

A normalcy we tend to take for granted...

Even from afar,

Even after all these miles have 

Thickened and condensed all the

Space in between of our selves,

I can still feel your pain reverbrating through time and through

Me, but no matter how much I try to rub

Away, even if I tried every mend there is

Today, there is nothing that can soothe

Away from your skin and away from my

Thoughts where I cry for your sake, I can't

Stand to witness your decay,

Even though you're alive you just don't seem that

Way.

And your skin,

And your body despised of every thought you

Have despite health despite 

Beauty, it matters not if it's just the wrong

Body you're stuck in

Entrapped in a prison where your soul chokes on

Words that you hear others say, because

They don't understand, they're just fine with their

Body and soul so well matched and they can't even

Think of what else there could be.

Save your breath from them and turn

Away it's okay you can look in my

Eyes I will never despise who you

Are I will stand with you against the

World hand in hand, even though it is far from the

End of the fire that burns through our

Hearts, there are a hundred truths I could

Refute for your good, I will crumble to

Dust before you hit the ground, if I

Must I will burn through your heat.

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[Echoes of Eros]

Here is a soul on fire gazing over the miles and years. So many subtle nuances in life, shades and contrasts, and they confess so much into our lives and relationships. Wishing the search for the perfect match wouldn't come at such a heavy price.

[Charlène Boutin]

Your words are always well treasured!

[Echoes of Eros]

As are yours, dear poet. :)