He or She
___ is the echo to my tears
The silence in my thoughts
The calm before my storms.
___ is the songs carved into my palms, I carry ___ with me always.
___ voice makes the stars whisper, ___ smile brings me closer to earth.
___ is the last thought I conjure before unconsciousness
And the first when coming back
___ carved skin tells me stories, teaches me philosophy,
And disproves the laws of gravity
Because when ___’s near, my feet don’t touch the ground
Instead my fingers stroke the clouds.
But it hurts.
Because ___ is the reason for the tears, the storms,
The silent thoughts
The hollow heart.
And yet ___ is the reason why I discovered hope.
___ quiet smiles, soulful eyes I will always love
___ deceiving words, broken promises I will always hate.
But ___ is here. ___ exists. And there is nothing more I ask for.