The girl I’m meant to be
Will be thanking me
For writing all this poetry

To me this looks like permission
“Run free in your poetry”
And throughout my history
No kinder words have been given
To me

As far as comfort zones go
I fluctuate between gagging on a hot dog
Or a cool breeze
Sometimes very hot
Depending upon
Which air I got

He offered more
Encouraged me to explore
He’s better than I was hoping for

It’s not going according to plan
It is better than
I couldn’t have hoped
When dream becomes reality
And reality even better be
Dream come true
With turbo boost
Hopefully
I still have doubts
In what I think I see
But that probably always happens
When looking at a fantasy

What do you feel
When you think of me?
Am I a responsibility?
You seem kind
Not the type of guy
Who wouldn’t take me seriously
Or play around with what you don’t mean
I know you have respect for me
But you give that to anybody
Which is probably why I feel so free
To leave my heart entrust to thee

The Gathering has thus begun
Signs are everywhere
Something magical
Created by faith
Is heavy in the air
It makes no difference
The majority
The poets have set up
The long game
So spectacularly
And in the end
It will be
The poet who tells the stories
So
We win
Already