I want to write about love
To tell you the story
Of my first kiss
My first heartbreak
But I can’t
Because something about me
Everything about me
Repels relationships
With unrivaled intensity
I’ve always been alone

Interesting
A little flower
Dried and flakey
Contained in a pouch
Plopped into water
And that’s it
That seemed to do the trick
Maybe all I needed
Was a nice cup of tea