To The Man I Lost Myself

        In the world where love is a broken frame, I am captured with the honest moments this love I have for you knocking in my window blades. I can't help but wonder what it would be like to be in your thoughts.

        But to the man I lost my heart, I was able to find my purpose; to the man I have lost my soul, I found my balance. You were not the missing piece that completed me but the one emphasizing the beauty of my existence. 

       I am lost but found.

        I was lost with my love. Lost to the man whose heart is bruised but beating painfully. To the man whose soul is more than my words could define , more than my breaths could take and more than the moments I own thinking of the man I lost my heart into.

         I know I love you more than my heart could understand, more than you will ever know and more than you will ever want me to. 

       As the seconds of my limited forevers pass by, hearing your name paints a smile on my face, exploding fireworks in my heart but a complete solitude slowly warming my soul. I can show you all the moments on how I love you but this heart can never tell how it became yours.

        I may never be perfect for you, this knowledge will eternally break me piece by piece, but my love will stay here and will hope...

       Hoping to make this love find its way to you.