perception.

his skin is the color of the sky at sunset. he is broken into pieces. glass. it shines and reflects light with a gleaming hue of hopelessness. his pieces fit together in the most chaotic of fashions. it is beautiful. he is love. burning out from the core with a soft light. the harsh texture of his defense. skin.

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thick air.

you heard me

say it

it rang loud

through the halls

of my house

you heard me

it was nothing

but a whisper

yet it sounded

like a

scream

you heard me

it pierced through

your silence

breaking the

stillness in our

quiet room

you heard me

in the dark

blackness of night

that filled

the air with

a fog

you heard me

and we knew

the thick air

held my words

and they

remained

you heard me

and you knew

it was how I felt

we stayed there

and slept.

 

same thing.

love and respect are the same thing, they are the willingness to let someone shape who you are. shaping is not letting another person change who you are as a being it is allowing another person to give you a new perspective and outlook to allow you to better relate to and connect with them.