11.15.2013

that jones

This journey of imperfections and incomplete beings
 only sees the light of day when derailed trains and failed attempts at partnerships 
dip into a pool of platonic passages that led to emotional excavations of effective explanations. 
Blessed to find your equal? It's possible. 
Fortunate to find a soulmate among scorned lovers and bitterness? Probably.

 The purpose of it all is to continue life, right? Wrong. 

The main reason He breathed life into one and formed another is so the completeness of two is made as one. Genetically separate in design but purposely matched by divine cause. There is a beautiful inevitably true foundation behind the destiny of love. While some have given up hope, others remain diligently devoted to the idea and hold steadfast to the possibility of it. Sure I can write you a poem. But it won't be about sex. 

Staccato Solace


The truth is,
 I'm a hopeless romantic
Even though I have no clue what that means
 I'm cursed to be an eternal optimist
With a sleeve of heart shaped tattoos
Underneath photographic memories and permanent poems.
Flawed and imperfect
 I'm residing in the weirdest place
My advice being sought on the subject I think I know least about
Never making it past the playoffs and all.
 I suppose it's because I listen
Without judgment or ridicule
 I'm a sucker for a good love story
A fiend for a great poem,
And honestly don't mind publicly being affectionate.
What does that have to do with being a man?
 I was raised by a woman
So I think much differently than he would.
Does that make me trill?
Time will tell as I paint my thoughts on a wall inside a room

The introverted Aquarius who loves to love