A Perfect Fit (What I Will Never Be) - Poem by Ian Nytes
I’ve decided to write a poem without meaning
Rather, random images and thoughts that dance in my head
You may think you find meaning
But I assure you the meaning is dead
Shameless empathy and closeness
To a poem that has none
I’m so over you
We had a brief understanding
A common ground
You sought comfort in my words
Thoughts lost and thought found
But I was not meant to think for you
Or to define your life
How could I write emotions?
Or the feeling of strife?
It’s so complex
And I feel like the index
For a story of your entire life
I can’t live like that
How can words define you?
Or even a part of you
I don’t even know you
I don’t even know your name
And it’s that lack of knowledge of a beautiful you that puts me to shame
We are both at fault here aren’t we?
It’s okay no more tears.
I’m leaving now.
I love you my dear.
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