I maybe, seemingly omniscient at times. But that doesn’t mean I’m complete.

I maybe, well-versed casually, however I am mostly voided with meanings

I am empty. Because I chose to be

Because I used to fear being complete.

Yet I also fear, that she may not complete me at all.

Because, she was never meant to be..

To fear or not to fear?

To fight but perhaps, reap rejection, or yield and do nothing, but never gain?