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07. Love Me Whole

My heart was wrapped by barbwires of the thought of me leaving my home;
To be in war and leave solitude to roam.
To be in the streets with my body bleeding
And finding myself in front of you pleading.

You filled me with your charcoals
But I knew within me I could still love you with my whole.
Love for me was too peculiar,
Complicated, hopeless, and unfamiliar.

But when I saw your eyes, I knew I needed to be in your abyss,
Not to pull you out but to give you bliss.
I know your chasm is what you call home,
Bewildering, I know, but you are far from monochrome.

You thought your colors were wretched with despair,
But I saw colors you never knew were there.
I know your heart blossomed with marigolds from within,
I knew you were just wounded from the beginning.

The moment you fled, I felt nothing but dread.
There was nothing more painful than that, even meaningless death.
I come home to my homeland with a blistered soul,
Seeing ivy vines in my home as I reeked of charcoal.

I let myself be wrapped in vines,
But your eyes were all I thought of all the time.
The embers in my heart were adorned by ivies,
Painted with wavellites that bind me.

Even with the vines and colors,
I still looked for your coaled sorrows.
Filled with desolation, I cut the ivy vines and cleansed my soul,
Ran away from my homeland and looked for traces of your charcoals.

Back in the void where you resided,
I find you in the ruins, isolated.
Your eyes turned to me,
and it was a stun to see tears in your eyes as if you missed me.

You stood up with embers cascading,
Your heart filled with nothing but my painting.
You danced with my colors in your grin,
You gave me colors and grazed my skin.

That's when I knew you'd finally accepted your monochromes
And your soul now saturated.
My colors, though some bitter and foul,
But now, you finally love me whole.

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