The Anxiety of Coincidence

 I took dictation only from you, 
for whom verbs were nothing and tense 
everything.

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart

This year, to save me from years,
I'll give it to someone special.

Never.

“To be nobody but yourself in a world that's doing its best to make you somebody else, is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to fight. Never stop fighting.”

This Will All Make Perfect Sense Someday

To all the hearts I've broken
and the ones that once broke mine--
I've got suspicions all will be forgiven in time.