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You are a question mark.
I dub thee as such.
I'm not quite sure what to do about you.
How little I know and how much I do.
I'm very hesitant about anything I say.
Because of how it might be misread.
Or mistaken.
Or misunderstood.
Over our little text boxes.
But how could you, because we seem to be so alike,
your poetry not so unlike mine.
does that make us alike? who knows.
So little I know.
What does your voice sound like?
Do you always speak in exactly the right way all the time?
Hopefully not. That would put way to much pressure on both of us.
I want to grab the pendulum in the clock,and push it back and forth faster, and faster.
The old cogs churning at a brake neck pace in anticipation of our coming meeting.
So time speeds up
I want to slow it down to almost a halt when I see you.
And I get less time to think and more time to act.
I want it to be us and everyone else just whooshing by us.
By.
By.
By.
us.
As I scribble this down onto my minds journal.
I wonder if I should actually post this, should I make it somewhat clear. That I have no idea what to think because I know so little, and yet I seem. To understand you but then again maybe not.
I think I will.
I hope you like it.
I hope you read and re read.
And my lack of punctuation does not throw you.
Or if it does throw you.
I hope it throws you to somewhere were I can catch you and say.
Hello, for the first time.

You’re a big question mark come too think of it.
I'm not sure at all.
You may have stopped my short lived writers block but now I have so many questions.
Will you like this?
Will you hate this?
Will you talk to me afterwards?
This isn't a love poem, but what is it?
And could it be?
My biggest question is.
Am I Maxx to you?
Or am I Sinister.

"Talk to yourself.
I find it helps me write." you said
and I did.