Dyv3rsity Killed the Poet...

A close friend says I'm "Poetry in Motion." I don't need to write things down on paper. The mystery is already there. I speak in metaphors. My eyes alone can describe something larger than life. Who needs a little black book and pen?

I have the ability to rewrite anyone in a matter of seconds... Tell a story on the way you look at me... Write pages about a certain sound I heard today.

Now this lies a problem...

My ability to rewrite life and create a world that only I know can cause people to lose themselves. I can have their minds racing at 2 AM. Missing someone who was never actually there. My mind is much different from yours. I see the world in Every. Chilling. Detail.

I notice everything that people never care to see; even if it is staring them right in the face. That can be my downfall sometimes. People try really hard to figure me out and when they do, they are surprised when they find a completely different me. Not the one they fell in love with. They find somebody dark. Complex.

It takes a special kind of person to get me. To have that intellectual connection with me is very rare... But the best feeling in the world.

If you can connect with me, it is guaranteed that you now have my heart. If you can decipher me... figure out why I am "Poetry in Motion"

Then I am forever yours...