rip me apart into tiny pieces


put me back together

am I not your human puzzle?

obscure \\ imagine my skin

concrete\\ touch my skin

or did you bury me

left me to die

when I told you to do so.


you know how to put me underground

I spit out dirt

my hands unbound

addicted to you

like all the drugs hidden in cement

while I read all the poets

published or unpublished

poets or so-called poets

self-fulfilled prophecies

running from themselves


I took poetry like accountants

study numbers

it is an art

to love words

and soak in them

feel them on your tongue

and along the chambers of your heart

it is the soul


that reads


it came to this

so I could come to you

with words cracked on my lips

syllables forgotten in steamed pots


arrive at my window with tiny pebbles

tap tap tap

in this mad world

into my long forgotten poems

requiring your eyes

to give them life


I tried to let you go

but Muse is telling

me it’s madness

and swallowing me whole


breathing and eating words

to write you a love poem

if this could be called that

not so sure


of what a love poem



or why I am using symbols

to show you my love

and how I think of you

every time you don’t.


I can go on like this forever

loving you

writing for you.

Long after you have forgotten

all about me.

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