Me, you, both and at least 3 things I can't think of
A short poem about a break up, a connection failing apart due to circumstances that were both within and beyond our control. It's about recognising that attachment doesn't always allow for long lasting deep connection. It's about reflection and introspection within a queer dynamic. With every new connection I am introduced to a version of myself and sometimes that version is not compatible with my idea of myself. That factor is beyond the other person's control and there's nothing they could have done to change that. The poem also speaks to practising seeing things beyond traditional Christian European binaries. What is at the core of a thing? Which one is it? Who's fault is it we didn't work out? Both, neither and at least three other things that may require more time to identify.
It's me
It's you
It's partly you
It's partly me
It's both of us
It's neither of us
It's above us
It's beneath us
Where two seas touch
It's beyond us
The day we leave us
Belief stops.
Image Description
A red heart against a white background made up on binary code (ones and zeroes).