The Breviloquent You Poem by Kerri White

Finally
I love someone who is capable
of understanding me,
but his intentions deduce him to perplexities and indignations.
He'd rather overlook the congenial by acknowledging my inadequacies,
and I can't submerge myself deep enough to be
exactly what he robotically depicts.

Emotionally dissected,
yet he wants to shred me into scarceness,
and I simply can't allow myself to disappear.
He values his own self so profoundly,
but he protests my originality to its core.
How can he admire parts that exist
only in synchronization with the parts of me he detests?

Tenacious and relentless,
He reminds me of my transgressions,
but he has breached his allegiance
repeatedly- almost expectedly,
yet I continuously stand in front of him
with my inaccuracies constantly inescapable.
How can I survive his convictions
when his own self-worth unreasonably consumes him?

He can't see me when I'm right in front of him;
he knows my values yet refuses to appraise them,
and I am tired of rationalizing situations
simply to prove that I'm not the one to blame.
He demands tribute yet denies my adoration,
and I can't make myself appreciate enough for the both of us.