It’s Not All Bad 

July 1st, 2025

I thought if I got to know you
I wouldn’t like you anymore
But I now know that I was wrong
You’ve continuously surprised me
Wanting to read as a New Year’s Resolution
Deep diving bibliology while not religious
Protecting your inner world so strongly
Still letting me see glimpses
How much you loved your dog
How ambitious you are to get your job done
And even though you’re not blood related
Helping your Dad and being a good son
I love listening to you talk
The things we have in common
The things we disagree on
Playful jabs while being a hater
I like how much of a nerd you are
I think you see how much I see you
And maybe it scares you
But it scares me that I still care
Even through the distance
As me clearing the air brought you closer
I thought that I had already lost you
But you say I’ve done nothing bad
I don’t think that’s true though
You’ve constantly accepted the blame
For things I have never apologized for
I’ve pushed boundaries you never set
I’ve blamed you for my emotions
When I should’ve been looking in the mirror
I’m just an imperfect person
Who fell for another imperfect person
I don’t know what to do with that
Because we weren’t meant to be
But I learned a lot about myself
So I’m still glad that we met

Note: This poem was written five months ago, before I fully accepted that someone I cared about was unable to show up with integrity. I no longer relate to this version of myself, but I honor her for trying to find the good in people.

Four of Cups

June 12th, 2025 

I offered you my cup
And I guess I was the fourth
You couldn’t see my offer 
But I didn’t lose my worth
Someone else will want me
Until then I’ll choose myself
I don’t think you’re capable
Of loving someone else

Two Dead Lovers

June 3rd, 2025

One good day
Couldn’t last until night
A dead relationship
Gave up the fight
Backs to each other 
They grew apart
Took a sword
Through each other’s heart
And no police man
Could stop the crime
There were no arrests
And no facing time
If you can’t believe
This story is true
Know it wasn’t about me
I wrote this for you

Note: The start of this year I was working on self discovery and healing from the past. I’ve been writing for twenty-five years, and I was thinking about what attracted me to poetry. The two poems I memorized in my childhood were the poem in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, and one that has many variations that have been used with no known author. This version of the poem is what was in my head while I wrote this:

One fine day in the middle of the night

Two dead boys got up to fight

Back to back they faced each other

Drew their swords and shot each other

A deaf policeman heard the noise

Ran over there and shot those boys

If you don’t believe my lie is true

Ask the blind man, he saw it too