The Fluxing Destiny

The Fluxing Destiny 

It still astounds me everyday 

Not just that I am in a place 

I never thought I would ever tread. 

But ten thousand miles away 

and we sonder the idea of each other. 

This could all be fascination of the unknown, 

a heart string plucked because this 

fluxing destiny seems so real. 

Sure I say from afar I love you, 

but I love you or not what 

but who you are. 

And the thing is 

you are still trying to figure that out. 

It baffles me how you’ve fallen 

But sometimes its a wonder that you 

crawl back up a pit born from 

mental abuse 

social anxiety 

acute depression 

and still manage to smile so brightly. 

You have all these concerns 

Money 

Friends 

Romance 

Yourself 

For someone who tells me 

that she is like fire 

I would have to agree. 

You are like a flame, 

born from the charred ash of a dead phoenix. 

Like a wild fire you burn 

those all around. 

As I tread in these relentless flames 

screaming for the ash of the burden, 

It doesn’t scorch my skin 

as the burnt caresses embrace me. 

The fire that one would think would be hot to the touch 

burns like cold fox fire. 

My time with you left 

your breathe in my lungs 

and a scorch mark across my frozen heart. 

I just don’t know what you are. 

Who you truly are. 

I just know, 

with all my heart

which is addled with question and uncertainty. 

I know one thing: 

I love you

and this fluxing destiny.