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Darling,

I fear there is far more within me than you can ever know;

Far more depths and nonesense,

                Lighthearted existentialism,

                            Far more depthful shallows than can ever be explained.

   
I am clouded by an aura of mystery so thick even I cannot see through it.


Even I cannot draw you the map you deserve,

                 For I am hopelessly lost in my own dualism,

                            My own labyrinth of contradictions and fading memories,

                                          My own shroud of doubt weighing down every absolute and every

                                                        consolation and every bit of truth I think I find . . .


Darling I'm afraid you cannot truly know me,
For I don't even know myself.

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