Creative Existence

First step is the hardest

My dearest,

You flow through my veins,
You are nestled in my bones,
You reside in my mind,

Sometimes I believe I only met you so I could know what it means like to long.
To feel at home with someone and yet be unable to keep it close.
To try to form myself to your perfect partner and still fall short.
All so that a part of my human experience can be heartbreak.
Why was I made to love you if I can’t have you?
Why was I made to perfectly fit in your arms if you don’t want me there?
Why would you run when the best place for you is in my embrace?

I want you to come back.
I want you to stay as far away as possible.
You consume me.

I am not ready to love you.

Forever Yours,

Zoë