The first thing I ever learned,
I would like to believe
The second thing, very shortly after,
was how to disconnect, detach, go away.
Push love aside.
The second is a part of me, ingrained.
It comes naturally, and I hate it for that.
The first took years over years to remember it’s light
and when it is there, will always be in my heart –
but as strong as it is, it can so easily
be pushed away. As stong as it may be,
there is always a place for it inside of me,
a place that I never go –
and I hate it for that.