It is impossible

for me to be

A melody

In his symphony

I am only...

An off-key note

In his perfect tune

A mistake...

In his magical

Harmony...

A flawed scale

In his flawless

Music sheet...

An inky smudge

On his colorful pages

Of poetic creation..

A profanity...

In his refined

Vocabularies

Unseemly stain…

On his crisp

White shirt...

A Somber curtain

Obscuring...

His stellar shine

A morbid sinner

In his saintly

Existence...

A spill of coffee

On the clavier

Of his piano

A nothing…

While he is

Everything

A nobody...

While he is

Somebody

My darkness

Taints his light and

It hurts...

To see his beam

Crestfallen

As shadows

Haunt my words

It pains…

To feel his touch

With ghosts of

Abandonment

Looming

It burns….

A wretched

Demon

To Love...

An angel!