If I could write about you,
With the same force that drives my thoughts,
Ruthlessly, relentlessly
Devouring my existence in the blink of an eye,
I’d stay up all those nights I wasted dreaming of you
And torture myself into agony
Till you’re begging to be released from the prison of my mind
Out in the form of beautiful words.
I’d learn your movements, and the thunder of your footfall
Your heavy breathing at my shoulder, urging me on and on
I’d write till my wits collapse
I’ll write till I’m chock-full of sea water and cigarette smoke in my lungs.
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