you will need poems, if for nothing else
than to remind you that the world doesn’t make sense.
people are not metaphors, wrapped up neatly, with bows.
mornings are not always new beginnings,
and night is hardly ever the end.
you get a chance to start over whenever you want,
but most people don’t take it because reinvention is
carving out your heart and changing the batteries.
you will need poems to reassure you that
heart surgery is not just for doctors.
my little brother wrote about me for school and this was one of the sentences he wrote. im sobbing “my sister is my role model because she can watch 12 years worth of law and order in 3 months”
“What do you say when you’re not enough to make someone stay? What do you do when you meet the love of your life and realize it’s all about timing? How do you accept that no matter how perfect you are for each other, circumstances get in the way? How do you compete with that kind of fate?”