you accept my intricacy.

you adhere those who judge my complexity

you are fine with me being this way and I don’t understand why

do I not frustrate you?

I try to wither your heart

you just rejuvenate

you are the start and the end

raised to make amends


you’re untainted

I haven’t wrapped my finger around how

this world which is clouded by sinister creatures and dark gloomy skies

you seem to be the only one truly alive

the darkness doesn’t phase you

which puts me in a haze

you’ve learned to accept the night and enjoy the day

even if the sky decides to become grey

and cascades you with rain

there you stand in colors, while we all become drenched

am I the one who is really complex?