Who are you?

Is it possible to kiss me on your lips?

You are the answer to all the horrible questions they once asked.

You are everything that they are scared to confront in them.

You are the words we refrain from speaking out carelessly.

You are the most gorgeous person that’s hidden in you.

You are the finest ingredient of art under the blue sky.

You are what you will eventually transform in to.

You are the breathing world for a few out there.

You are what doesn’t surprise you anymore.

You are the master of your own slavery.

You are what I like to notice you were.

You are the voice they wish we had.

You are the center of my gravity.

You are what they tolerate.

You are what scares you.

You are what you err.

You were then.

You are now.

Always.