you will never read

a poem i wrote about the dozens of love letters i wrote during a period of time where i was infatuated with a girl. eh, it happens! at least i got some good words out of it :) a bit dramatic though

you will never read all i write for you, with only the lightest, softest touch of the truth.

all i write about you in the dead of night, with silence as my sole proofreader.

and all i can never and will never put down in words.

folded creased letters meant for our eyes only, your eyes only,

there one moment, gone the next like hot breath and cold air.

dissipating into the blue, blue atmosphere,

poor abandoned fractals and shreds of words,

almost as insignificant as before they were put together.

before i thought them into existence,

before i hammered and heated and twisted them,

arranged and assembled and rearranged and disassembled,

bent and burned and forced to express my shallow emotions.

whispers born to bear meaning,

an expression of agony beaten into them.

eyes glaring with the dull sheen of well-worn copper,

splitting my calloused fingertips worse than any guitar,

the pinnacle of excruciating expression, self-destructive adoration.