I keep trying to get back to something
Like I have been lost for five thousand years and I'm just trying to catch a glimpse of myself again
But the thing about being lost is that maybe you're never found
Maybe that's how honour yourself
By forgetting the snake skin you shed five years ago and accepting that this is how you live now
I keep trying to write poems about my broken heart
I keep trying to write poems about unrequited love
I keep trying to write poems about drinking too much wine
I keep trying to write poems about a person I once loved
But my heart is more whole now than it has ever been
He loves me back
I'm not drinking to deal with my **** anymore
I have found the one person whom my soul loves
So maybe I'll just write about my new skin
It's soft and it loves him, wholly, entirely
I am in love with you and the way you shake back and forth like a willow tree
I am in love with how you look when you sleep
I am in love with your mind and how it spins and turns at a different rate than mine
I am in love with the fact that we have to work at our life
I am in love with the child you helped me create
I am in love with our life
So maybe I should just leave the **** in the past instead of seeking it out