'Deb' by Ravyn LaRue

I wish I were the artist I thought I was

Since it feels unkind saying you inspired me

When I really have nothing to show for it

Nothing but more doubts

Because all I thought I knew

And everything I was sure of

Managed to slip beyond my fingertips

And crumble beneath my feet

But I still have this

Flowing fount of sentiment

And though I know it isn't the language you speak

I've come to realize it might be all I can be heard through

But you're lovely and charming

The Joey to my writing

I may not be fluent in your form

Or literate in your language

But that doesn't mean I don't appreciate you

This place is cruel

But I'm glad you've found a home here

It proves you're stronger than I

Though I think that goes without saying

I hope you never have to hear the whispered words

The ones which drew me away

But knowing how kindly you cooed when I confided

I can only figure they've gotten to you too

You said you had to find your family

As did I

And your family is here

And mine is not

So I think you'll understand my departure

I really haven't any choice

It's more than just an existential crisis

It's just easier to label it as such

It's more like how you phrased it

A homecoming

And I'll miss you

I should be deceiving you if I told you otherwise

Anyways

This is better than the letter I wrote you

But you'll never see this

Since letters fit into your place better

Though they may be hard for me

And this is all too easy

And life isn't easy, after all

I certainly learned that here