i can't compare you to the mess i keep, for you will be nothing like it, to ghost scripts strung round my head, for you keep such rage. i can't write a letter to you for every day removed, i can't write to you, the sun, that spark, my truest breath.

For you are real, will be real. you will steal eyes, and bring me down, chip my favourite mug, speak savage tongues, turn grey and remember only steam. we will fuck in violence, you turned away darkly, my sweat and slowing skull.

you'll test ink on mail i ignored...

i can't finish what is forever.