Believing in a nonbeliever.
Convinced of fate with faithlessness.
I’ve blurred in blanks where words were placed
with truth or delusion
or an immiscible suspension of the two.
It’s chemical in its momentum.
I’m ephemeral in my hopes and dreams.
An educated child: winning battles, losing wars.
Still surprised by losses,
but watching from the “winning side.”
Education can’t teach wisdom,
and the heartbroken learn what ifs.
But if you said once more: dance with me.
I’d show you
I’m worth the second chance.