The scent of you caused my soul to stir and the remnants of your love bubbled underneath the surface of my skin. I am blistered now, with sores I thought had been tended to. I am trembling with a sickness that was left hiding in my bones. Your trace is still embedded in me; your mark, still a stain. you exposed my weakness to the afternoon air, swallowed my strength, and left me raw. Your love is a thunder that stormed through my heart that took all my sunshine and left me a p a r t.
Photo by: Joseph Mallord William Turner