A lost darken shell of an person
Floating in the light breeze,
Waiting to be captured
By just the smallest affection given.
It grew used to it.
Every person that captured them,
Only destroyed them more.
They drew them in with promise of affection and love,
But never fulfilled that promise.
All was given was rejection and misery.
And then once again,
They were casted out the window
Reuniting with the breeze.
Which truly was an unbeatable cycle to them.
Until one day,
A hand reached out into the breeze
Grabbing ahold of the shell
Pulling them in,
Wrapping them in an embrace.
Filled the shell with compassion and warmth.
Warmth that spread throughout their shell,
For once they felt loved.
They found their soul in another,
Which their shell consumed
And they became one ♡︎
