Trilogy of Untitled Poems

I.

Flimsy, fleeting, false

Words uttered without a cause

More likely, said without hesitation

More likely, without basis in emotion.

So, I hide behind entendre

And I ran away from disclosure

The man is not what is inferred

Because in the end, these are merely words.

II.

Why should we meet?

When words and implications

Could fill up the void of our expression

When knowing our physicality

Could become the end of our repartee?

When seeing our feature

Could only end up in displeasure?

When hearing our influence

Could turn into cellphone silence?

If this is where we are heading

And there is nothing we can do

Shouldnt we rather be content in reading

Than me ever meeting you?

III.

I know you not,

And for good reason

I live behind words

Shadows and reflections.

I love you not,

I don't have the pleasure

My soul is irreparably broken

Doomed to fail your measure.

You know me not,

Beyond a shadow of a doubt

Can I even drop a hint

Without you figuring me out?

You love me not,

Yet I hopelessly fear

Can I even be free again

When I cling to every word I hear?