Myriad

I know, that there is more than meets the eye,
and that these poems are not sufficient to express,
not of how much I would be missing you,
but rather, the unwillingness to say goodbye
as I have not shown you what I deeply suppress,
my soul, my heart, my thoughts for you.

There is but just a never ending unwritten list,
and it gets longer as I ruminate my thoughts,
intriguing to conspire, to familiarizing you,
making you see, that I am a mere pragmatist
with a devious sickening mind and insights
sending many running and fleeing, all but you.