imposter

surprised by chance or some form of fate
a meeting of lives

intertwined

before the burning of bridges

fueled by imagined thievery,

this wasn't built on that bridge. 

every moment was parallel

every step separates initial identities

every breath reveals the substance inside

every minute unites two anonymous entities;

this is what it means to become tangled. 

ideas begin to dwell 

                  to swell

                             to fill up the spaces that eloquence could never fill.

darling (that's such an endearing term,

i should like to call every one by it),

look into the mirror and read the etching

objects are closer than they appear

though, my hands are the ones sketching

doodles on the pages of hearts, not books.

this is nonsense, stitched together with threads

red and binding that no doubt, will unravel

there is beauty in the unwinding.

i'm not holding my breath.

i will not be made insecure.

my certainty is this:

i am a ruby, pink and rouged by a passion

that stands alone, that isn't fashioned

created or destroyed.

i am: not yet, but later*.

*"not yet but later", and their meaning were not my inspiration, just an idea that deserves it's proper credit to JB.