i started this collection of shitty poems when you became mine. when i thought i was really going to start over. within weeks that ended. the second poem in here was me realizing maybe i never would start over. maybe i was bound to keep repeating things. maybe i would be stuck forever. i started over to end up in the same place. i felt like maybe i never had a new beginning. ive always been a maybe person. i thought when i started over that would go away. im still asking questions. im still starting half of my sentences with maybe. but truth is, i am starting over. every interaction with you has been a new beginning. meeting. talking. the feelings that hung in the air at first. falling in love. hurting you. living without you. finding you again. falling in love harder. having you. falling out of love. moving on. crawling back to you for the millionth time. its all new. every time i am made new.
