Don't go near me
With those exes baggage of yours
Don't go near me
With those obsess little one
I rather choose not to be with you
Than to be in your little messy life

Years ago
We stayed up till
3 am talking,
And today
I don’t even know
How to say hi,

I cannot compose brilliant poems, sonnets, or verses,

and I cannot speak to you in Latin or Greek;

I cannot move you with any language made up by man.

Love is the only only language I could touch you with

If you only knew how much I could love you.

If you knew I love you;

If I were brave enough to tell you at all.

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.