The strength
was nothing
next to power

needing
not meaningless
validation
in seeking the
inane

as you are
forgotten
you don't deserve me

my solitude is simple

complications
only in forgiveness
but perfectly pale
I am inspired
by the tragically
imperfect

I am the scars on my side

I am

my intuitions
progressing towards
aggression
anger
not internalized
is intellect

acceptance is its own admission

of your under
appreciation
the affections
are nothing
next to presence
of being

growth
I am led to mine

and you are full.