Processing

Okay, hopefully I will be laying out a lot of poems for a while. It's a part of me that has been inaccessible for a while, but I seem to have tapped into it. I am going to write whatever is in my head. I am going to write about feelings that are current and old and maybe even made up. This is how I process my life. I don't need anyone reading these and thinking they can decipher my life. I don't want you to think these are all secrets I've kept from the World. This is my process. This is my healing. This is all I know how to do. So read or don't read, but don't fill in the blanks you think I've missed.


I have a theory: we were never lovers.
Just strong opposing forces
Snapped into each other's lives
Over and over again
Despite time, or distance, or reason.
Just two kids with clumsy hearts,
butterflies, and weak knees.
Naturally you reached for me
when life dared you to jump.
Instead of writing me a love letter,
you only ever wrote me an invitation,
and I never could tell you no.
If you love someone set them free
they will return if it's meant to be.
If you love someone set them free
they will return if it's meant to be.
Repetition is not the basis of love.
All we've ever been is a set of magnets
and we never did learn how to separate
until the magnetism wore off.