took it out of it's place
and gently into your palms
wide open, the space in my chest
missing a piece...yours to complete
//
isn't that how it usually goes?
well, I suppose, usual we weren't
for although I showed you mine,
you never showed me yours
//
looking back now,
I think I can see
the accidental times
you bore your soul to me
//
the times we lied together,
harmonizing to my favourite song
maybe it was your soul shining through
that night we danced in city streets
//
your soul wrote that song in my name,
I do believe
maybe it was your soul,
the part of you that was meant for me
//
unfortunately, it was not your soul
in our love, I received.
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Skylar Whitney
Introvert at heart. Lover of journaling, free-verse poetry, and poutine.
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Nice✌️♥️📝