Untitled Poem

**Here's a poem I wrote a little over two weeks ago. It's depressing, but isn't all poetry. By the way, I'm a crappy poet.**

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Words scatter from my lips,

Articulation foils my meaning,

My diction is a lazy servant,

Neurons are locked in a tangled encryption;

A poet I am not.

So then how do I say what I feel,

When even prose cannot comprehend?

I would share with you my mind

So that the truth could be held.

The whole of my heart quakes for your embrace.

Messages I delivered,

Through fog and snow and hail.

I failed you when I said your eyes were like spectral nebulas

When nebulas were akin to your eyes

The stars burn cold compared to your warm kiss

I felt myself when you were near,

The subterfuge of appeasement fell forgotten,

To feast no more at my soul’s sadness.

I could be the man I am,

And love you for yourself.

I am sorry I failed you.

My weakness revenged as you fled,

And follow you I could not.

I hope to see your smile again,

But dread it will not be for me.

I am horrible poet.

I was a selfish lover.

And for that, I am sorry.