Lyrical Logic

Bet you never thought you would hear those words out of me. Trust me, you aren’t the only one. But I managed to find myself in a position where I met a man, and I like him. And it really got me thinking about what I would want if I ever really re-entered the dating world.

Now, I am exploring where this man and I might go. But we are taking it slow, because both of us have been married before. I’m also super paranoid about letting another man into my life. My therapist and I have talked about it at length, and I’m doing what is best for me. And he gets that. He’s not pushing me into a relationship, he’s just letting me be me.

So as I was thinking about where I might want this to end up, I couldn’t help but write. And I found that the things I wanted were things I used to think I didn’t deserve. Which, just might be where I went wrong the first time.

Don’t try to wine and dine me
Don’t try and talk a big game
I’m tired of wasting my time
I’ve done this thing once
And I’m not sure I want to do it again. 
But, 
If you’re asking me to try
Let me at least help you not waste our time.
I don’t want perfect,
I want authentic. 
I don’t want the macho man,
I want someone tender but tough.
I don’t need you to agree with me all the time,
I kinda like the fight. 
You don’t have to show up dressed to the nines, 
You just have to be yourself. 
Help me follow my dreams,
And I’ll help you follow yours.
Bring me back down to earth 
When I tend to go a little overboard. 
When I’m feeling unsteady,
Lend me your steady hand. 
I don’t need the perfect man,
I don’t need a man at all.
But if you want to be the one at my side
I don’t want the picture perfect man. 
I want the authentic,
Tender but tough, 
Down to earth, 
Able to put up with my bullshit
Man. 

It’s been a while since I wrote a fresh piece of poetry, but that felt so nice. Really, my poetry started as a way for me to express the heartbreak that I felt in my divorce. But now that I’ve processed and healed, I find that the poetry that crosses my mind is more of a reflection than it is about the raw emotions of my life.

Here’s to the reflections that await me in the future. Here’s to the next chapter of my life, whether it involves a man or not. And here’s to my next writing journey, because they always manage to surprise me.