Do you know?

You dont know how to read, not in between the lines like the way I speak

You dont know the language of my glances and stare

The physical image of who you see barely exists, you'll grow to learn reality is not as it seems

There's a simple feeling with the way we brush our hands and feel the crevices of life

There's a light, let it glow as long as it needs to be 

With my breath that you misinterpret, you've held the wrong conception of a flickering and twitching light 

Slow till time reaches an end, sing me sweet

You bury the true mind, you dont know what is right

The unmellowed thoughts you hoard, let them go, you've got plenty of space to grow 

The striking lack of conceptualism, how long until that loss is your fault?

Tragically you dont know me

I am a poet