Poetry

Souls.

The world changes you.
You grow up.
You get hurt and get fucked up.
You became sad and became numb.
You got stressed and started smoking cigarettes more.
You tried to love and started loving yourself.
When I say you start loving yourself it didn't appear like magic.
You dug yourself 6 feet deep and cried until you ran out of tears.
You ripped through every layer and ripped off every bad mistake.
You ran away from your own soul and told her she was killing you.
You died and were reborn.
Sometimes I look in the mirror and the only thing I see is the shell of the person I used to be.
Don't tell me you love me until you look at my soul and know who I am.
Because no one knows who I am but if my soul interlines with yours then I know I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be and nothing matters after that.