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I’m not sure
why you
talk to me
praise me
or really
like me at all.
Maybe you see
the universe
swirling and churning inside me
Like I do
in you.

Or, maybe it’s
just one of those
unexplainable human ideas
that some people
are meant for others.

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Sunday Slice of Poetry #7-My Unmathematical Brain Trying to put Love, an Unmathematical Thing, into Mathematical Little Boxes

So maybe
each person
is made up
of thousands
and thousands
of little circles
that represent
all sorts
of
things that they are
and
things that they’re not.

Red means
that,
congratulations,
you are indeed that.

White means
no,
you are void.

So,
theoretically,
if
two people’s
dots were
lined up
one row
above the
other
We could
compare them,
like strands
of DNA.
See
the ones
that
are similar
And see
the ones
that aren’t.

The problem here
is
that
some dots
need to
contrast
Some need
to be
different
in order
for
them
to truly
match.

So this
doesn’t always
work.

Oh
and there’s
the problem of
the fact that
none of this
works
because
love
doesn’t
quite work
like this
at
all.

Sunday Slice of Poetry #5-So sweet, so smart

He was sweet
And she was smart
in all truth
only life
could keep them apart.

It started out
When she was a princess
And he, a servant
So sadly, their love
Neither could confess.

After years of loving
within their own class
Each others notions of
true love
Were only ideas of the past.

So we’ll fast forward
Maybe a couple hundred years
And hope,
For these soul mate’s sake
That this time doesn’t end in tears.

He was still sweet
And she, oh so smart
But this time it was color
That was
bound to keep them apart.

It was only a single kiss
where they though no one could see
except when
her papa found out
Her Sweetness was soon hanging from a tree.

And so,
Fate let them try again
But this time,
by no construct of their own,
The whole world had stepped in.

He was protecting her from the Great War
She begged him not to go
And Sweetness was quickly killed
on the front lines
Each other’s love they will hardly know.

Life waited
a little bit
Before our pair was brought back around again
And when others realized it this time
It ended with a hit.

He was so softly sweet
And he was still so smart
This time, they were told
That it was God
That wanted them apart.

They never believed it,
And by God, was it tough
Especially when his Intelligence
said a little bit too much
Turns out, for him, the fight for hate was deathly rough.

And now,
Fate has given them
One more chance
I hope that for their sake
They get this one last dance.

As always, he was sweet,
And, as always, she was smart
And to a pair
of 7 year olds
Nothing could keep them apart.

Their lives still had their moments
And sometimes, love is hard
But they fought their way through together
And emerged as soul mates who know
That it was worth it that they were scarred.

Who knows if their final love
gives this tale an end
I’d like to think that they’re
out there somewhere
Waiting to see if each other’s soul
Fate will again intend.

Sometimes, I wonder about soul mates. Do they exist? If they do, how do you know you’ve found them? And even scarier, what if you miss them? Just walk right past them on the street, and then your lives are never intertwined?
Or, what if you do meet, but life itself seems determined to keep you apart? And if life does keep you apart, do you get another chance, during another time around? This mildly terrifying idea is explored in my previous poem.
~Follow the ink trail~