Everything I touch remains unfinished.
With all of my greatest intentions
I have a love for everything
and I find the beauty in you
Yes… YOU reading this.
I have passion for everything I see
and I’m inspired by the tiniest things
Yet, everything I do remains undone.
If I box it all up, press it down, sit on it and ignore it…
Pretend I am put together,
Pretend I am a finished product.
Maybe no one will notice…
This half empty person,
walking around unfinished
And with dozens of things undone.
Novels. Poems. Degrees.
Conversations and Dreams.
All remain begging for my attention at my knees
and I just leave it unfinished.
But of course,
the pivotal moments where your life changes
I couldn’t look into his eyes
as I had done hundreds of times
as he forced upon me…
the first thing that I would ever finish.