reality

Today I thought of you,
not in an obsessive, sad way,
in a way that I looked at the facts
Of you. I thought about how you live.
I thought about how I live.
I concluded –
you are not my type.
We have little in common,
I have no reason to love you.
No reason at all
to love you
so much-
so long.

The heart doesn’t listen
to my brain, I can only mute one for so long
before the heart slips up, like a virus that takes hold
and temporarily makes me insane. It’s okay,
because I am growing. I am learning,
the heart doesn’t have to be right,
I am healing.
The infection is coming to an end.
I can feel my heart beat again.
I can feel it becoming mine again.
The vaccine is working.
Just another dose of reality.