Spare Key(s)

Maybe we'll just lock the door

And then throw the key into the abyss of my worst recollections.

Disintegrating, soon unrecognizable and unable to function.

It would be impossible...

And too unbearable...

To save it.

But wool is not easily pulled,

Over your own two eyes...

Unrealistic,

Dis-pic-able,

Or so they say.

Because in my top left drawer...

No, actually the bottom right shelf...

Shamefully, both...

Oh, so predictable.

Yeah, I am talking about you.

No?

But...

You've never listened to my favorite song.

You've never seen me dance in the rain.

You've never known about my dreams.

You've never held my hand.

You've never heard me tell my best joke.

You've never seen me laugh.

You've never seen me cry.

You.have.never.even read.my.poetry.

You don't know a God damn thing about me.

Sorry God, but that was necessary.

Pronouns

Reflections Entry (mostly because if we have to enter a literary contest this year, it might as well involve poetry and none of the other options do. Plus the deadline is tomorrow. Whoops.)

He, she, it, they.

Phrases designed to separate with clear cut labels.

I am a she.

You are a he.

Combined, you and I are they.

But what about we?

Stand side by side,

A freckle here, a shade lighter there.

I see no vast differences between our kind.

It is pointless to ignore the blatant truth in front of us.

Together, we are a united front against whatever is thrown our way.

Together, we can.

Flesh, blood, tears, hope, and fear.

The common ingredients of humanity.

We are linked irrevocably as one.