Our honesty is incomplete
though strong in it's own landing
We never lie
but words unsaid
Leave partial understanding

It makes good sense to hide the truth
An open door is dangerous
A criminal
Could come and break
The trust that long has bound us

This poem is like one large knot.
I'm failing to unravel my thoughts;
Struggling to get my point across.

This poem isn't right.
Mulling the feelings over all night.
Revising only to continue to revise.

This poem isn't what I want it to be.
Typing it out before pressing delete.
Leaving each line incompl-

I finish twenty five percent of the things that I start
I've too many ideas all at once
I end up with humongous piles of unfinished art
I'm always switching around all my wants

I finish twenty five percent of what I begin
And sometimes just twenty five percent of that
And often it's an even smaller fraction
And I doubt I'll finish this lesson in math

I finish twenty five percent of what I attempt
And I try to change, but life has got me beat
Even my poems aren't exempt
A lot of my poetry is incompl

Any poem
Yeah any poem
It's incompl