All my poetry is starting to sound like it is for you.
Beautifully written prose all strung together, encapsulating how I feel.
But how do you feel?
It’s been clear that the mountains you wish to move are not for me,
The songs you sing, not meant for my ears.
But how do you feel, really?
Perhaps it is only in my mind, but I find your feelings to be a greatly skewed facade.
I wondered what it would be like,
To crack open your mind, dig a little deeper and excavate all the feelings you wish to wish away.
As if 11:11 will stop you from feeling this way.
Sometimes I wish I could take a break,
From the reality that you and I have cultivated.
That way, my poetry and my mind will be baptized from your charms and reach.
I will not be writing another poem inspired by you any longer.