Engrained History

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A love lost to historical pain
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When we met there was a connection,
neither of us knowing what or why.
As time grew, we explored.
At first we explored each other’s bodies.
Then we explored each other’s minds.
Later we explored each other’s souls.
As time went on, we began to weave into
the deepest and darkest crevices of one another.
We began to take on phrases and characteristics of one another.
We yearned for a sweet and undeniable love that melded
Our broken pieces back together.
We began to see that we could have that.
You so deep inside me that my DNA carries your scent.
I, so deeply engrained, that you found peace for the first time.
So intermingled, we could see a light bursting from our future.
Yet, we became afraid.
It became too real.
Too raw.
Fear made us grow cold towards one another instead of old together.
We began to fight the peace and serenity
because our history still lays claim to our future.
History is bound to be repeated if it is not respected.
Our history taught us;
- that the people closest to us hurt us the most.
-that no one can love all of our traumas wholeheartedly
- that love is fleeting and only for a season
-that we don’t deserve a “Happy ever after”
-that we are broken and will remain that way
-that alone is easier because no one is close enough to hurt you
HISTORY……..
Has caused us to self-sabotage any hope we may have felt.
We have chosen to cling to our history instead of embrace our future.
We have broken each other
to save ourselves from what we felt was inevitable.
But what if…….
What if?
Time goes on, yet and
Still my DNA smells of you and your peace is within me.
We are now a part of each other’s HISTORY.

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