What are you exactly?...

What are you exactly?

We met not long ago, yet seemingly forever ago

Distant, we were

After my loyalties shifted, and I spoke to you more, I realized something

What are you, exactly?

I've met many yet understood few

My empathy extending purely from understanding

but somehow, just hearing of you, I understood you

Your pain beholden only to me, yet strangers, we are

The more I thought, the more I considered

The more I desired to speak to you

I felt something, deep in me

something that confuses me even now

Like ink in a still glass of water

it seeped into my very being

enveloped me

shrouded me

confused me

What are you exactly?

Have you been sent here to take what emotion I have left?

Or perhaps to show me something I have missed?

Show me that perhaps, I am not misunderstood

I am only me, as I have been

things have been different, and good

yet this

this is strange

is it love?

I don't know if it is

Is this insanity?

Hysteria derived from my own soul?

I watch you intently

I wish to learn you

To understand

perhaps I am more scared of you, than you are of me

I am brash and commanding, yet find myself meek near you

The more I hear, the more confused of my own self I get

I have never felt this

It now has extended in such a way that I go to the mirror and ask..

What are you, exactly?

Tex Berdfleu