Collection of Recollection, Part IX

you don't
worth the weight

you have on me

— measurement

do soulmates

have

an expiry date?
— time limit

they say

you don't meet people

by accident,

then meeting you

must have been

a predestined scheme,
something that even
the universe has conspired.
or perhaps,
it's just our atoms
calling out to find their kin
— lies

all these

imaginary scenarios,

of us existing together

with each other

for each other,

where do they live

when reality rejects them?
— unlisted location

maybe this is what
we want from
each other:
affirmation
that we are not
as harsh, as intolerable,
as difficult, as impossible,
as cumbersome, as unlovable
as we thought we both are
— confirmation

I am addicted to
the way you made me feel;
how you claim
our intimacy,
our connection,
our closeness
as something valuable
— personal achievement

it feels like
your soul
trying to
claw its way
out of your skin,
out of life,
out of reality
— anxiety and heartbreak

I am collection of:
passion,
need,
want,
longing,
and questions;
all for you
— fullness

where does
romance go
when it is not
realized?
— directionless

what's the
aftermath
of an almost?
— a question mark

the saddest part
about us not happening
is the fact that
we can never be
each other's support system,
even though
we, desperately,
can
and need one
— despair