I\'ve had two strong soulmates.
The first soulmate introduced me to the sunshine.
The second soulmate introduced me to the moon.
The first soulmate gave life to my soul.
Then he ran becoming my ghost.
The second soulmate crafted my coffin.
Then I ran away becoming his ghost.
The first awakened me to my purpose.
The second led me to the wrong path.
The first I still search for like a guiding north star.
I need to know he\'s still out there somewhere.
The second I avoid like nightly terrors.
I need to know he won\'t return.
The first reminded me of abandonment wounds.
The second reminded me of my biggest fear,
seeing my father in the mirror.
I can\'t blame either of them for the wounds.
They already existed before we met.
They just reminded me of the wounds.
Amplifying the blood leaking out.
I met them both young.
Too young to understand...
I grew into recognizing their lessons.
I grew into recognizing their purpose in my life.
Now I get it.
They were just mirrors.
Mirroring the wounds
I need to heal to love thy self.
Both I have gratitude for.
They molded me into who
I am right now.