I am split
Not in two, nor three, or four
But in shards
Untraceable to the human eye
You cannot cheat time
Like splinters that once clung onto bruised skin
Soon come to surface, like slithers of truth.
I want to love
To see you as you are, without projections.
Trace my fingers along your body, reaching your shadow
Until it dissolves into light
All this longing leaves me restless
Is this fantasy? Is this love?
At this point, I don't know the difference.