inhaling her thoughts

maybe i'm loving her thoughts
like a pack of pocketed mint
she stays so fresh so clean with ideas
while i'm left to suffer
with mundane cliches like "she's a breath of fresh air"
and I feel asphyxiated whenever she is
whatever she does I just feel inadequate
for she tears away at my testosterone bravado
while she stays majestic like the peak of a mountain
so i'm constantly exasperated
heavy on thoughts light on oxygen
because I can't wait to inhale
what her wit will exhale