Poetry is for lovers, wordsmiths, free spirits.

Not logical, argumentative, opinionated realists.

Poets drench paper with the lyrical blood and sweat from their bleeding pens…

Us jaded souls wishing we could even feel an emotion because our passion has been dried up since the second or third heartbreak…difficult to remember which ones actually qualify as heartbreak and which ones were just bullshit but we were too stupid to know the difference back then.

Even when we reach a level that could be considered “adult” we find ourselves trying to explain to the opposite sex what it means to work through conflict instead of sliding away into the cracks of vapidness where responsibility is non-existent and credibility goes to die.

Does chivalry still exist? Do men even know how to love a woman anymore or do they assume that we will text them all they need to know about chivalry and courtship?

I have been numb for too long. I saw a movie tonight that showed a love, albeit a dysfunctional one, that was true. I honestly forget what that feels like. The last time I felt that I was a teenager. Wow…a teenager.

Do we all get one love or can we earn a second? True love is like finding a needle in a haystack. Maybe I’m done.

Am I okay with that? I don’t know.

Like most people, I timidly walk the line between numbness and hopefulness. Numbness is easier, but once in awhile that spark lights up inside of me and immediately sucks the oxygen out of my existence until I am kneeling in a pit of despair, coughing up the last of my hope for a real man.

But kneeling is a good place to rejuvenate and grow a pair, allowing vulnerability and courage to exist again.

Logic and love, not a great combination. Maybe my brain is the consolation prize to love. Maybe I was meant to be the spark that drives a movement, not a relationship. Maybe I am meant for more than roses and chocolates…or even diamonds. Maybe I am meant for academia, robes and statues. Maybe my paper is not meant for poetry but for scholarship. Maybe being solo is my strength.

Nobody can accuse me of not being brave. Bravery is stepping out of our comfort zones and standing in our truth despite the consequences. I do that in spades.

I said I would never settle. I want the real thing. I’m still waiting…

In the meantime, I kick ass at being authentic, truthful, and loyal. And I do love life…despite my relationship status. It is pretty cool to say that and mean it. You never know who you are going to meet next and who will make an impact on you. Never be ashamed of your truth, your art, your expression. Never be ashamed to share who you are. Never be ashamed.

Share your poetry, your lyrics, your thoughts. Just be real. Just be you. Just be.