On Valentine’s Day

the second the world fell apart
we became the opposite sides
of the same, damaged coin

the second the world fell apart
we broke into old pieces
we broke into old patterns:

me, sacrificing truth
you, sacrificing trust

I lost you
as you free-fell into your pain
a place where only you exist

I lost me
as I free-fell into your pain
desperate to find you there, to not be left alone

and so you lost me, too

A Male Perspective

I’m a missile disarmed
I, modern man
to ensure no more wars
a forward moving energy forced to stagnate
to save the world from what I am – a man

A Female Perspective

I wish you’d contain me
like a balcony railing, so I can stand near the edge and feel free

A Right Perspective

THAT IS the human experience:
to take on ONE perspective, out of infinite possible ones, and make it subjectively Right
to create a personality around it
to embrace and protect it
to live it

knowing the perspective is not static
knowing it is only one of many