Unable To Be One's Self

I long for her beauty
The same one she refutes
Bringing thoughts of more deep seclusion
Bringing to me more than the empiricle should
She returned
The dream, an enigma
Silent

Thoughts come, they are tainted with the words and works of others; they enter my mind and remind me of how i feel. This so called fantasy; my dying wish; I often sigh when thinking of how much of me is someone else. How i am unable to be myself with you.

Hands held in darkness
The poetic prose that is existence
I fail at it
I wish you would let me in
As you have done so many times before
If only in my mind