used and abused,
belittled and bewildered me.
Smothered every flame of hope inside of me.
Left dry and passionless,
an empty soul.
Callousness,
overtook me;
abandoned to clean up,
my own heart's debris.
Deserted on the island of possibility.
The possibility of you,
the possibility of me,
the possibility of we,
and all things to come.
But when it's all said,
all said and done;
I want to say thank you,
for I have won.
A second chance,
a fresh start,
an instant fibrillation,
to my once dead heart.
Revived and alive,
I have a new pulse;
a new opportunity,
to analyze the ruins, that were you and me.
A hindsight perspective,
brought insight never expected.
You were my soulmate without a doubt;
allowing me to grow,
day in and day out.
You see,
the purpose of a soulmate,
isn't all glitz and glitter;
it often times,
can leave you bitter.
Their purpose here,
is to be revered,
to help steer,
your soul,
The blame I put on you,
was really for me;
for you are the reflection,
of me that I see.
No one's at fault,
this had to happen;
it's simply a result,
of the skin that were wrapped in.
You see here on Earth,
we have lessons to be learned.
Our karmic laws,
are unconcerned--
with emotions.
Our soulmates purpose,
is to premote our egos demotion.
You have done a great job,
and for you I am thankful;
for without all the chaos,
how could I know tranquil?
All of the darkness,
has shown me the light.
My Earthly dismay,
was my soul's delight.
You were the best soulmate,
I could have picked.
To say we messed up,
would contradict--
the soul work you came here to do.
There are really not enough words say,
except thank you.
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