from the heart of a work in progress
I am the kind of person
Who wakes up early or not at all
Who drinks tea with too much sugar and not enough milk
Who writes poetry in the morning
Who loves sleepy smiles beyond measure
I am the kind of person
Who adores gentle mornings almost as much as crackling ones
I am the kind of person
Who is useless after 10PM
Who falls asleep too much and not enough
Who doesn’t notice a caffeine buzz until it is far, far, far too late
Who is probably not as awake as she’s pretending and probably not as sleepy as she’d like
Who would rather be sleeping
I am the kind of person
Who doesn’t plan all-nighters
I am the kind of person
Who loves irrevocably
Who would tear the earth in two just to kiss someone goodbye
Who is loyal too long and too quickly
Who can’t make her heart let go
Who has mourned in the valley of the shadow of death and watched others pass out the other side
Who still can’t process their passing
I am the kind of person
Who makes loving self-destructive
I am the kind of person
Who’s the bitterest in the evenings
Who sees too much and says too little
Who wishes for words and finds them too late
Who is always left stuttering
Who makes Sarah Palin without a teleprompter look eloquent
Who feels too much and is bitter too early
Who is too damn old to be this goddamn young
I am the kind of person
Who these times conspire to screw
I am the kind of person
Who fears intermittently and heartstoppingly
Who is not ready (not ready, not ready) to be an adult (not now and not ever)
Who is painfully aware they’ll outlive their parents
Who is afraid of being alone in a world choking on its own overpopulation
Who really needs to lay off the metaphors
I am the kind of person
Who is a goddamn poet, and will do as they please
I am the kind of person
Who second-guesses themself
Who has second-guessed themself for a long, long time
Who has spent most of their life trying to spread-eagle and dissect the anatomy of all that we are
Who has failed, and is learning to accept that
Who is learning there aren’t always words
Who is learning to live life as a continuum and not as a series of segments
I am the kind of person
Who is very much a work in progress
I am the kind of person
Who believes that we all are