i feel you 360
and in surrounding, you complete me
you restore my sanity.
you who understands my imbalance
you who knows my imbalance and makes it dull
emptiness fills me to the brim
yet you drain me till i'm full
restoring my
reality.
but you are too big of a part of me
to be an illusion formed by words
too beautiful your soul to be
captured by empty verse.
but to fail to try would be cowardice
and i'd want to hurl my rhymebook into
oblivion; (your vibe shouts a thousand times silence but i am)
a poet enveloped in the absence of verbosity
you affect me
but my inability to write a simple love poem
affects me more...
poetic hypocrisy