to be with you

is to be unchained

like the melody on the radio

but now all it conveys is pain

if you had to choose

would it be me?

or would his words be

so overpowering, the idea leaves me

cowering.

do you know you’ve birthed two poets

of the same caliber?

do you know they write til their hands cramp?

do you realize your power?

the more i read the more i think

you loved him more

but he could never use his words

to explain my love for you.

i lov(ed) you more.

did he entice you with his prose?

are you entangled in his metaphors for you?

can you see me, entangled in my own?

even in repose, breathing through your nose

i should thank you, though

for the pain, we are one in the same

without you,

a soldier,

a maniac,

a lover,

a poet,

would be missing.