I am not a poet.

You are not a poet.

I am a lost soul with an imagination that demands to be seen.

You are a creature looking for words that fill your aching void with a sense of

     belonging.

 

I produce words--

You read words--

--where I find a hollow space.

--where you wish there were feelings.

 

You are a pod.

I am a pea.

Without me you are vulnerable.

Without you I am empty.

 

You are my creativity.

I am your will.

You are to small to realize your potential.

I am the confident image of you.

 

You are me.

I am you.

We are two beings.

We are one destiny.

 

Our feelings,

Our words,

We are a mirage.

We are chaotic harmony.