I write these poems. Sometimes daily. Words. More Words. Sometimes good. Oft-times utter rubbish. Mostly. And I daresay. Unfortunately. They've been about this one person. One oft-repetitive lover. You know how it is. When this one love. Constantly. Regrettably. Repeats in your life. For no formidable reason. Just because you've given it permission. As I searched for words to write today. I scanned through my words. Words. Some of them 2 years old. In need of fresh inspiration. So I skimmed through the past. And those words. As fresh and intense as they may seem. Were no longer representative. Of the current state of my heart.
But I just thought I'd share.
There's a vision of you that I've met
This vision asks me to meet you at the point of your adventure
This version grunts, speaks very little but expresses their hurt and love in thrusts
This version asks to meet me
Causes me to tell anyone who comes after
I'm in love
With a version that I want to spend a lifetime trying to unravel
And I long to meet him at the point of our escape
Then we can both be free
Of prejudices and responsibilities
Then I can build an opportunity of forget
Of the memories
The previous carbon copies of me
Have imprinted on him
As I feed him the blueprint
And when they ask..
"Anita...Who you been with?"
The source code
My Love 1.0
