

Soul Pieces
It seems uninteresting
Almost mundane
That two perfect halves of one soul were made
Made for a search unlikely to prevail
Made for “it just wasn’t the right time” kind of tale
“He was here too late”
“She knew it was bound to fail”
Made for an “almost” kind of love
How unlikely that the world is kind enough
For a match-made-in-heaven kind of fate
Instead
Maybe the world could breathe out fragments of soul
Shreds of one
small pieces of a whole
The bits you find of you in a
The storyteller
Let me tell you a story
A story of a man
Who told tales
He’d hold up his head
Bring his chest forward
And close his eyes in vein
He’d fall in character
Like the flowers fall in may
He’d hold his words like wine
the lines they would stain
His Pauses were in motion
Like a deep slumber on a train
He told stories
Of family
Of a love gone astray
He told everything and nothing
Open but closed away
And day after day
A storyteller
Washed every tale away
And I did not notice
Each t
Honey
Honey honey
What is it about your smile?
How come you’re always happy?
It must be a lie.
It cannot be, that every story
Simply ends fine.
How are you so lovely?
Locks like honey,
Even stars tangle in their light.
Tell me the truth
Show me the tears,
That hide in your wine.
Show me the years
That hardened your spine.
Even light fades,
How do you glow all the time?
I’m either mad
Or your world’s different than mine
How can you embrace everything
like there’s an entire univers