You

You are words turned to light turned to truth

(let me rephrase that)

You're the right where I've always gone

wrong

And the way your mind finds the unspoken in

mine

makes me wish I knew how to belong.

I am tears and turmoil on the surface

(if you've grazed that)

underneath, I am wind through the trees

and your heard ought have not to compete

for the spot

books and bottles occupy on my knees.

When you read the first words I spoke

honest

( I betrayed that)

part of me dared to hope that you knew

my throes were disclosed in each line

of my prose,

every verse was a portrait of you.