On Exceptions:
Never again
A vow, a commitment, a promise
To myself, at the altar of self-preservation
“Admit one”
My ticket reads
Every man before him left during intermission
How can I explain
How very worth their time the second act will be
When my mouth is thick with pride and pain
I’d prefer choking
Before I ever beg again
However
Every rule
Can be called a lie
In the face of an exception
And this one has beautiful blue eyes
Saunters along
A trail clearly marked and maintained
“The map is a lie my love.”
But the words are swept away by the wind
He tells me his favorite color
Isn’t a color at all
But the play of hues together
Contrasting and complementing
I beckon from uncharted spaces
“I’m something more beautiful when I stand next to you.”
But the words are lost in fog and ferns
I don’t sing
As a rule
Yet the pitch of his voice
Has me writing lyrics
Lustrous and layered
Never meant to be a solo
“I’d break every rule for you, let me show you the way.”
But the words don’t make sense
Unless I dare to hit my knees
One more time
He’s the exception