it was you, blue hoodie
with the bumblebee stripes
smelling sweet
like peas who
taught me what i
need.

funny that we would learn this way. never that we'd teach ourselves -
instead, that we'd figure it out along the way -

some roads, best left deserted,
but you were/are/will be a road
that i am destined to travel
over and over again:

not destined like destiny
but destined like the way
roads fork and come back together,
or never again, or maybe
they connect at some odd stoplight
in the middle of nowhere.

never saying never and never saying ever.

but you, blue hoodie
with the bumblebee stripes
smelling sweet
like peas:
you taught me
what i need.

not a heart,
but a heart big enough to breathe.
not a brain,
but a brain big enough to feel.
not lungs,
but lungs big enough to beat.
not hands,
but hands big enough to think.

an arsenal of things,
clashing together, creating reactions
like black powder and matches:
explosive, but

never

destructive.



(like you,
blue hoodie
with the bumblebee stripes,
teaching me everything
i need.)