What is the difference? I asked him. Between the love of your life, and your soulmate?
One is a choice, and one is not.
So I drank one, it became four, and when I fell on the floor I drank more. Nothing has changed, I still love you, I still love you.
I didn’t fall in love with you.
I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way.
I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway.
And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.
I knew I was in big trouble
when my heart
would fall into
an irregular pattern
you left the room.
This is a poem about
how you never get the kiss you want
when you want it;
how time twines around your neck, its thorns
digging into your skin so you can never forget
how clinging to a string of hope, threading it
between your spine, and having it unravel before you
in the span of an hour
is worse than any metaphor about nakedness
that you poets will ever write.
This is my reflection in the mirror. This stanza
is the small gap where my fingers try to touch against
You can’t even possess yourself; let alone
the person you see standing before you.
hasn’t come back from the cleaners yet
and I have nothing to slip into tonight that makes my reflection feel
Time is falling through the hole in my pocket. January
is coming soon, and I have a feeling that he’s never going to fall
out of love with this December.
He’ll still write her love letters. He’ll
send her white orchids on every lonely holiday and pretend
that love is a place you can cross state lines to get back to,
but it’s that time of the year again, and
calendar sales keep reminding us all that we can never get back
to where we once wanted so bad to lose ourselves in
I love books. Like there is nothing like a good book to give you that during/after book feeling and no way to describe it but when you meet someone who has read the same book as you or lend someone a good book and you both understand that feeling and the emotional troubles you both went through reading that book and it’s beautiful.