The Blood & The Bones

We weren’t supposed to meet or to feel the electricity. It wasn’t supposed to happen. But fate doesn’t give a fuck about roadblocks.

I will say that my decision making was blurred by trauma and I was searching and clinging to anything that wasn’t what was going on around me.

He wasn’t looking for it either. And somehow we collided like freight trains. I felt the energy immediately and trying to pull away was futile because magnets don’t do that without extreme resistance do they?

The fact that I saw him, that I understood him made me more somehow. The fact that I willingly, for him, reached in and opened up my chest to a swelling, longing heart turned me inside out, exposed my true depth, purpose, intentions. I was indeed more. And he was seen again, the way he should be.

The intensity relit fires we thought had burned out to nothing.

It felt good. Too fucking good.

And that’s how I knew it was no good for me.

the blood

& the bones