Words splatter
against the great white
and there is not
a word I see
to be you.
You, the intricate
delicate traces of
of a life
no one gets.
A mystery case
of nonchalant ways
the somewhat
magnetic unexplainable
chase...
I still cannot find
your realm of essence,
the one
you hide to keep
as your big secret.
I squirm in defeat
another let down
of what I think you to be.
Hide and seek,
Games you play with
your heart in a jar
and head upon the fence,
Never letting anyone win.
You could if you let it,
let me peek through,
a mere chance to
stumble on your glorious
throne
of untold stories.
I can sit there with you
Listen to only you
discover all the
Uncharted valleys
of your secrets, your truth.
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