Elephant Journal

Lost in the stacks, books i wont read,
dreams that will never come true.
A burning desire to want you back,
and hatred so deep it im scared of what might come out.

How did we get here?
When did you turn from sweet dream to haunting nightmare?
We go from soulmates to perfect strangers,
you shed all that is familiar and safe,
and I no longer recognize your shape.

I'd like you to know that the best parts of me are not hidden,
that the fact that you can’t see them is not my fault.
Just like the colorblind miss some of the rainbow hues,
you miss the light I emanate to you.

Be light with your touch,
tender with your words,
quiet with your thoughts.
Do not confuse my fragility with weakness,
i am like crystal - delicate but precious.