He doesn't judge me, <br />He just sees me. <br />As I am, unblemished, <br />By hate or love. <br />His presence protects me, <br />Prevents my evaluation by others. <br />He accepts me too, <br />He was with me before I was born, <br />I'm here with him. <br />Death will bring us closer than ever. <br />Every night he prepares me, <br />For harms befalling me by day. <br />Even by day, I call him whenever I like. <br />We're afraid of lights <br />For they rip us. <br />They burn us. <br />I'm afraid more so, <br />Because he vanishes, <br />Leaving me to be tortured. <br />Yet he's my soulmate. <br />He knows all of me. <br />Only I wish he could exist. <br />Not only be the absence of light, <br />But be his own master, <br />My Soulmate Darkness.<br /><br />Isabella Francis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soulmate-40/
