Dream Life

                                           Who we really are from the inside?    What stories we have buried What are we trying to hide? Saying : I am totally okay Even when a thousand times we cried             Busy in faking perfection Just to fuel the futile pride? and in between of all that laughter    There is a thing that I have realized        That the happiest face among us Are the ones who have already died.

                                            I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forever's, we have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we'd given up on asking love to come, I think that has to be part of its miracle. This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I'm hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you. And I will not be afraid of your scars. I know sometimes it's still ha...