When tweets turn into poetry...

When you wake up in your feelings...
But that's ok...the only way to get thru them is to go thru them.
I can't even explain the hold you have without skimming the definition of crazy.
Our souls have dances in galaxies...
Our souls have wed in past lives...
Every breath I breathe is influenced by the gaze in your eyes...
But when you look at another I don't try to understand,
I don't want to understand.
If I put meaning into that gaze everything I knew, I know...goes out the window...
I bruised...scarred...torn...am complete.