I think of you as a library now.
Someone who spread their knowledge across the table
Let me pick it up
Trying to fit pieces where they would not go.
But it was your knowledge
Your insight into life
That helped me figure out that we are opposites.
That nearly everything you say
I am the opposite.
The other side of your coin.
And if either of us were less prideful
We could fill the gaps.
But we are too much.
Too much to ever be
And that is why I think of you as my library now.
As the one who showed me possibilities
And I sat there shaking my head
Biting my lip
Hmming at the things I never agreed with.
And that is when I took up my pen.
And never set back down.
Because I could hear you on the other side of the world
Saying the things I could not agree with
And I could not sit to listen.
I do not hate you.
I do not loathe you.
I do not even pity you.
I just cannot let your thoughts