The ones whose hands intertwine perfectly with my own, yet still don't know of my presence.
The ones who claim actions speak with more clarity and abundance than words.
The ones who claim the opposing.
The ones who parted my lips only in vain, who cannot see the ones whom they bruised with false claims of hope.
The ones who swore a friend to the end, then allowed the end to sooner come.
The ones who stood true to this.
The ones who only know of my being, my creature, my body, and know nothing of the truth deep within
For all of you I send my words, and for some I send my heart, few of you shall be gifted my soul, yet none shall receive it all.
