Surviving: I’m Doing It (Somehow).

I wrote a huge long post about what’s been happening in my life, but I deleted it all. I’m keeping it simple. Here’s a poem:

Globophobic synesthesiac,
You were born unique.
The place where I feel most at home
Rests in the scar upon your cheek.
Handsome headstrong Aries
Uncomfortable in crowds,
I’ve fallen into deeper love
Than my words allow.
Poet, writer, cinephile,
You like to educate.
You are drawn to innocence,
But unafraid to hate.
Out of these, the best of all
Must be that you’re mine.
After years and years of searching
My soul mate, I did find.

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