1.11.24

Take your broken heart, make it into art (Part II)

See, you understood that saying

You understood my connection to that quote

just as you understood me to my very core.


I remember

how scared I was of you

before we first met and I remember

this feeling of trust that I had within moments

as if I had never done anything else in my life

than trust strange men my own mums age.


It never mattered if we talked for hours on end

or if we spent our time in silence

and silence never felt as easy as with you

because I knew we still somehow shared a mind

beyond ages, beyond languages, beyond anything -

you, mate, you truly got me.


It never mattered how long the silence had lasted

picking up from where we left off

was effortless

as easy as breathing

and everything feels fake

now that this most natural thing

has left my life.


„Take your broken heart, make it into art“

You never had a broken heart though

I have never met anyone as happy and content

in his own existence as you were

And yet you understood mine

How truly special can a person be?


The love I have for you might be unmatched forever

the connection we shared was special and

the shoes you leave behind for anyone to step in

are gigantic.


Good night, my soulmate

Good night, brother that I never had

You are gone,

and everything is worse now.

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