"We were perfect
So perfect
That just like
Shooting
Stars
The universe knew
That we were too
Beautiful,
Too utterly perfect,
To be
Forever"
I recently lost my soulmate. Not to death, but to drugs. It consumed him to the point where there was nothing left to do but for him to get help away from me. He was the one who encouraged me to start writing, he loved the lyrics of poetry I wrote, the short stories. He wrote music and expressed his love in an angelic rhythm, I wrote pages of complete love for him. He fixed what others had broken; I just wish I could have saved him from himself.
So even if no one reads this, my soul will be at rest knowing that my words are finally out. that a part of me is still his, because without him, I would never have the courage to say everything.
!!TW!!- there is some triggers in here, such as SA, SH, substance abuse, and more that I will be writing about from my own experience. If it makes you feel uncomfortable in any way while reading, please either skip over the poem or stop reading if it affects your mental health.