I’m nothing a single picture can contain
And I always thought my soulmate
would be a similarly shaped blackhole t
hat contained everything and nothing
throughout all continuity of time
But instead I met you
You are a blank canvas
uncomplicated
adaptive
and as I splashed onto you
I didn’t have to worry about
the physics of two blackholes meeting
and the fact that one always consumes the other
I just had to worry about your
texture.
And I always thought my soulmate
would be a similarly shaped blackhole t
hat contained everything and nothing
throughout all continuity of time
But instead I met you
You are a blank canvas
uncomplicated
adaptive
and as I splashed onto you
I didn’t have to worry about
the physics of two blackholes meeting
and the fact that one always consumes the other
I just had to worry about your
texture.
I forced myself to write this, six months ago when AN and I were still going strong. Forced, because I missed the way the words felt underneath my fingers and in my mouth, but also because I hadn't written anything for him before. Hadn't even felt like it. And that felt blasphemous, not having words to give him when I thought we just loved each other so much. I didn't know then that it wouldn't matter. Canvas can't really hold darkness. We broke up, at just about the same time my carefully structured life was falling apart. But don't worry, my story has lots of chances for a happy ending yet. :)
I should probably change the tenses in this thing to past. :/