Standing in this room of broken and perfect glass,
I raise my glass to you,
A letter I should have sent an eternity ago,
about the how and why,

I saw you and loved,
this letter is to long lost love,
Failed to see your broken heart,
uncertainty and truths you found,

now I am here and maybe alone,
but finding the serenity to face my fears,
that I loved you too much,
to see that you where not in love at all,
yet love,
is such a fragile intangible thing,
we hang on to it for dear life,
yet do not know that love is sacrifice,
now I am alone, locking people out,
like a pariah of my own making,

the times have changed and my heart understood,
that all humans are equally lovable and hateable,
to seek the truth means looking,
at darkness and light,
accepting both ugliness and beauty,
as equal partners in a balance of fate,

no such thing as hate without love,
no such thing as pain without comfort,

life is such a beautiful mess,