It isn’t like they told us.
Your souls don’t interconnect.
No candy hearts or roses.
Won’t ever claim they’re perfect.
They’ll nuzzle under your skin,
then pinch and eat their way out.
Take who you are from within
and change what you are about.
You are not their only muse.
They are not your only sun.
You will make every excuse
to not turn around and run.
It isn’t like they told us.
But it’s worth the perfect mess.
Rachel Schneider