been on a lot of dates, Shams,
don't even know how to put it into a poem
because every date is a poem,
every person a soul
of the same soul,
looking to find its way back
to itself.
But in the meantime,
we're all wanting some heart stirring connection,
and hoping to find it in one another.
I'm not sure how you get from
that first meeting to love,
or if it awakens upon first meeting
or never comes.
I've never been so good at this.
And I hate drinking.
This is a blog of some poetry I wrote at different times. Mostly it's about my broken heart.
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