You...

You. The soul of my poetry. Hidden between the lines.

You. The scream of my silence. Unheard by the ears.

You. The tinkle in my laughter. Reflected only in my eyes.

You. The sob that got caught in my throat. That tear never found its way.

You. My raison-de-etre. A constellation away.

You. My nemesis. Forcing me to live, day after day.

You. I hate. I love. I am indifferent to…

You.