I use to think
That writing really fast
Would get my poems across

I use to think
That love
Was something
That could never be lost

I was wrong

And the more wrong I felt
The more I struggled
In here
To define it

I just felt
Like I wasn't wanted
And then I knew why

They weren't judging me
For being me
They were judging me
Because they were just like me

Only opposites attract?

But gravity
Attracts all
Big and small
Nothing and infinite

And it's so weak
We almost
Don't even know it's there

Like our hands touching
And slowly
Drifting away
Into seven
Pieces
Of
Heart

Pangaea