• He was perfection.
    An angel in every sense,
    My guardian.
    Discovered by accident,
    yet still unscrupulously committed.
    By mistake,
    I let my fingers trace the contours
    of his face.
    Made in the image of beauty -
    Compared to myself-
    It wasn't a surprise that I was drawn in.
    Electricity and nervousness
    Then - to my amusement -
    Warmth.
    For the first time I felt whole,
    But looks were deceiving.
    I could still see my scars.
    Fixed on my fingertips,
    I traced down to his lips before I stopped.
    Logic scolded me
    Yet I couldn't move away.
    Against all rules -
    Known by men and gods -
    He kissed my hand
    And I was no longer broken.
    Moment by moment,
    His lips removed pressure from my hand.
    He dissolved into the darkness
    Of our background.
    Again I was alone.
    Slowly the landscape unraveled
    And in my attempt to escape
    The scars returned.
    Deeper, sicker
    More vicious.
    Where was he?
    My healer,
    My guardian angel.
    No soul would answer,
    And I realized the truth.
    Love - no matter how pure
    Or how real - is vulnerable.
    And Life is never fair.
    Even to those who are
    Desperately praying for a break