Even if you've known me my whole life

You barely know who I am.

You've seen shells of my exoskeleton

I've discarded.

I'm not who I was,

nor will be tomorrow.

I hope you've looked

deeply in to my eyes,

at some point,

you will see my

soul winking at you,

sparkling its'

delicate magic.

My mystery excites me

as I feel the next unfolding

begin. Soon you may

barely able to recognize me,

I will gain a milky-white sheen

as I release my old casing

for something new.

Here we be

Last night

I laid awake.

You are leaving for a time

and it isn't forever

but it was enough

to cause unrest

in my being.

Today the idea

of an exit

with no goodbye

compressed my chest

and I couldn't breathe.

I panick

over feeling this way.

I don't know

what to do

with myself.

I'm not sure

how to solve

this puzzle.

A gain or a loss?

Or both?

In this confusion,

I remember

I told you once

if it's meant to be,

it will be.

It doesn't

soothe me now,

as I realize

it probably didn't

soothe you then

either.

Rusty and tarnished

The building is old,

The water runs a little red

when you first turn the tap on.

The silver is a dark grey,

it misses it's lightening luster

that insisted to be worn.

I'm amidst the rubble.

After feeling the scorn

of your derision,

after you coated me
with your

condescending tone...

I didn't want to share anymore.