Lightning leaves my tongue;

let it be known that being levelheaded

is something learned,

and I will spend a lifetime learning it.

Loyal lovers exist in my reveries,

something like lessons about who to become.

I beg someone to hear me and desire to stay with me

as they do with you.

I’m becoming lonely as I grow older.

What if no one decides to stay with me?

Will I grow old and die alone?

Would Time be so unkind as to let this happen to me?

Unattainability inspires unreasonable acts;

unusual people doing unkind things to one another

as a way to feel something besides their usual selves;

being oneself constantly is only acceptable

if there are days to be uncharacteristically unrelated.

I find myself being more and more...different.

I can’t tell you who I am.

Everyone says that, I know.

I can’t find the right words;

they’re never the right words.

I don’t know what I did to wrong Time,

but I hope I figure out how to fix it soon.

Shatterproof - they seem to think that’s what I am.

I am seriously susceptible to being split down the middle,

as I am already splintered,

and I would consider myself to be synonymous with the word “shatter”.

Some of them summarize me as a victim,

and I am seen as symbolic in the way I have pieces of myself scattered.

I can’t figure out which part they say about me is true.

(Is any of it true?)

When I go here, I am strong.

When I go there, I am weak. Fragile. Breakable.

Am I the villain? Am I the hero?

Am I broken, or am I whole?

Could I fix another? Do I have a purpose?

Time taunts me by telling me another tale of love lost.

Trouble tiptoes behind me everywhere I go.

Time ticks on, and I still can’t right my wrongs.

One day, I will be forgiven.

Maybe it will be by myself,

maybe it will be by you,

maybe it will be by someone else, or something else, entirely.

In the meantime, I guess this will do.

Please remember that I have feelings and desire to be felt

just as I will try to do for you.

I lust because it’s who I am.

Who are you?

Love,