trust me, i am a failure

the key
to my failing
as a philosopher
is my disinterest
in logical
fallacies
while
the key
to my failing
as a poet
lies in my
over abundance
of raw
emotion

i know
what
i know
my stare keeps
the ceiling up
her words
keep my
pulse rate up
and the rest
is white noise
i can tell you
how to calculate
resistance
in a circuit
but not how
to resist tears
how to tell
how cooked
a steak is
by feel
but not the
appropriate
way to feel
in most
situations

i spend
too long
trying to
understand
how others feel
at the disregard
of how i feel
unable to see
myself
through
hazel indignation
a cave allegory
in reverse
seeing all
yet never
truly being seen

i failed at
philosophy
because when asked
to define beauty
i simply spoke
your name
i fail at
poetry
because i never
can show you
the true depths
of my love.

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