Hey, hi, hello,

I had a thought last night, well, several actually, but a couple about this thing I’m doing here. I was listening to a bit of a guilty pleasure song “The Only Exception” by Paramore. I am such a sucker for Hayley Williams and her voice. When I say I’m a sucker for her I mean, she is truly stunning. And a good person. Ugh. What are the odds she can also sing with the best of them?

Anyways I was listening to this song and I was thinking about love, as I often do actually. I was thinking about how after last years heartbreak, the next woman I allow in my life, to that depth, is going to truly have her work cut out, and listen, by no means am I saying I’m some prize. I just want something specific. Someone who’s kind, someone who understands mental health, and advocates for it, someone who believes in all the right things, and who loves dogs, someone who isn’t complete, someone who is still working on themselves, and will continue to do so, as I will continue to work on myself, someone in therapy would be cool, or someone who isn’t afraid of the idea of therapy. Someone who might even be willing to go to therapy together.

I apologize I got a bit lost there, this is not the blog post where I announce my search for my next partner, that’ll come at a later date(kidding of course, I’m too shy for that shit)

Anyways I decided the idea of someone being an exception, someone being the one you take a chance on even though you swore you never would again because it hurt so much last time and I wrote a poem about it, THEN I decided that on sunday evenings, I’ll share a poem with you. Hopefully every sunday, but some weeks I’m less creative. Lucky for you this is not one of those weeks. Below is a poem I wrote about that special person, the only exception, who you take a chance on to feel love again.

“The Only Exception”(Don’t tell Paramore I stole their title)

In life’s vast stage, where hearts entwine,

There’s a tale of love, uniquely defined.

For some, love’s a symphony, rich and grand,

Yet for me, it’s the touch of one hand.

In the mosaic of souls that fate presents,

One heart aligns where affection augments.

Love’s palette painted in a singular hue,

With just one soul, the bond rings true.

The world may offer myriad charms,

But love’s flame burns in selective arms.

A melody sweet sung by one voice,

In this universe, it’s that one choice.

For love, to me, isn’t a scattered spree,

It’s devotion encapsulated, simply to thee.

With one soul, all affections unfurled,

In their presence, love spans the world.

It’s not a love diluted among many faces,

But a depth that each passing moment embraces.

In this love, completeness finds its form,

With one person, the heart feels reborn.

So, amidst life’s vast and swirling sea,

Love finds its abode, singularly with thee.

In this love’s tale, no room for dispersion,

For in your essence, resides love’s immersion.

Where the skies are gold not gray,

J.