She is
Not around
So it’s just silence
She is intelligence
Strength
And a will dressed in resilience
She is what I want
And the things I don’t know
That I needed
She is my better half
Because half of her
Is better than both my halves
She is wisdom
When she listens
And knowledge when she speaks
My my mind stays empty
Empty save the noise
Visions of someone I don’t know
Scratching at cardiac tissue
Plastic looks good in the shade
And then bends so readily in the sun
She is neither the shade nor the plastic
She is better she is authentic
Looks fade
But with that teasing smirk
I’m held in rapture
For what seems a life
She is a force
And I’m a beast of nature
She is like the fall
Because she holds me down
She is electric
I don't need the lights on
I am hers
just leave the nights on
She is
Akin to the end of a race
I crossed the line
She is a hit of cocaine
There's no other high I want to chase
She is royalty
Yet still a subject
Of this Layman's time
Now that's a love language
I pray she grasps the tongue
She is a sorceress
A deft necromancer
I can't break free of this glamour
Or raze this curse
These feelings walk the north side of the grave
She is a wonder
A sincere mystery
She is a woman
A puzzle
Put together by genus
She is a dream
That I'd die to wake to
A calm
To ride out these storms
The drought after the flood
She is a muse
That I've never seen
A touch of sanity
Imagine what could have been
If we already were stitched at the seams
She is a menace
Staying on my mind
Like a night terror
At the very thought
I tremble
In delight
She is
Not perfect
She knows this
And the confidence
Has yet to waver
I wouldn't want it any other way
She is both war
And peace
Fighting to be more
And ending the battle
In me
Making me one piece
She is finite
Yet I can't see
The end
She is the stranger
That feels like my dna
Part of me
Yet living away
She is my absolute zero
And my thunder
Because she is still
But I still feel the quakes
An oxymoron with just the oxy
She is my left hand
Because I let go
Of all the bad
I traded resentment
And anger
For my favourite hand
She is
That and much more
And I am left wanting
She is
Late..