My soul

When i woke up this morning i realized something

what i thought was love, has changed.

I brushed my teeth took a shower

and my soul felt different

I used to think love was two people,

who liked each other a lot

decide they want to be together forever.

but now i see i was thinking wrong, it's what i have.

My soul is not alone, my soul is not just in my body

my soul does not just control me.

my soul is hers now too.

My soul is like a Twizzler, or a tight braid.

its tied together with something else or someone else.

.. her soul, her gentle, thoughtful, loving, forgiving soul.

My soul is not just mine, but both of ours.

The candle that was inside me, i used to light myself,

isn't just mine anymore.

She lights my soul, she gives me purpose

she has the torch that leads me thorough the dark.

As i start to feel depressed, and i feel my light turning off.

i think about my girlfriend.

my soulmate; my lighter.. my only.