Last night I passed my soulmate on the street.
As we passed each other,
Our fingers brushed together
And in that one moment
All color exploded before my eyes.
My heart jumped from my chest
And soared into my throat
And I couldn't breathe from the thought of you.
I turned to you to say something
But you were far too gone.
Maybe you were my soulmate,
But I wasn't yours.
YOU ARE READING
Art Will Survive, Artists Won't
PuisiThis book is a compilation of free-form poetry that I've written. Most of it is pretty personal, but I hope you'll like it regardless. POSSIBLE TRIGGERS: depression, self-harm, lgbtq+, suicidal thoughts
