Bandaged Soul

 

My Sweetest Love, 

  Shall I stop? 

Shall I wait here? 

  At this crossroads? 

Shall I draw back into myself,

 This portal? 

Shall I cross my legs, 

  and pray? 

Shall I rest in the stoic? 

  Shall I obsess? 

Should I lay back into myself 

  and kick you out of my head? 

Could I if I wanted to? 

  Haven't I tried? 

When I said I did no spells on you, 

  I forgot that one time, 

I put you on ice; 

There also were the chords I tried to slash, 

  But I'm thinking this is a string too forged..

and maybe upon this Gemini Full Moon, 

I wished for you to come forward...

And there was the letter I burned, 

  Thinking it was a goodbye. 

Not to say that I haven't tried, 

  To gut and cut you from me. 

Not to say that I haven't tried. 

Now seeing, 

After all this time, 

  Maybe you were meant to remain inside. 

Rested forth, I wish you peace. 

  Apologizing eternally, 

For the havoc wreaked, 

  By what perhaps is only 

A contract between souls. 

You determine however, 

  Beloved Love,

Just how our ending consoles. 

Shall it be forged ever more, 

  Or remissed and bandaged down? 

Shall it never continue to see the light of day, 

  As closing in, 

   The time of Now. 

Nonetheless, 

  Understood, 

That what we have can not be snapped. 

Not your friend or brother, or even yourself my Love, 

Can take us away from that. 

Forged in me, 

as in you, 

I know you feel me by your side, 

Every moment and in everything, 

As Our Love 

  Had never died.