Long distance
He acts as if I am the perfect human
Not A fateful mess with a twisted end.
He seems to think I am quintessential example, while I feel as if I am a tramp with a lucky streak.
He makes me feel like the sun shines within me, all the while I think of ways to remove my darkness from inside.
He thinks my past as simply a mold of my life while I wonder, exactly why I am greated with misfortune at every turn.
He fills me with warmth and hope for the future that my past has destroyed and filled with a cold hole.
I don't understand my own twisted history, but he seems to have all the answers.
He doesn't care about my history. He only cares about my future. My past to him seems to be simply a prearranged coordinate to make me the human I am today. Instead of a series of unfortunate events to drive me to my demise by my own hand.
Even though he is so far away, he doesn't let me go a day without feeling I am a treasure.
With him he holds, my sense of confidence to be me, not a whore, or a mistake, or a child. But simply a fantastic little mess.