Failure grasps every scribble
As poetry seems unable to capture
Had words inscribed my affinity
My utmost obsession with your sincerity
(Or maybe with your profanity?)
The world would have breathed
The sea would have stirred for us.
The trees would have died for us.
And I would have written why
The universe understood
When our hearts caught—unable to let go
(That, however, seemed cliché.)
Paragraphs would have described how
My unshakeable devotion
To the very essence of you
Not because it was less
But because it was laced with my humanity.
I hear your smile in my syllables
As semantics cease explaining.
I remember your hands around my eyes.
I live only through those seconds of promised forever
When every vow that was impossibly unspoken.
(Every echoed beat)
So I wrote you this unpoem.
Manifested through hours of word spinning
Isolated phrases and rhythmic inability.
While electricity spread through my fingers
And black magic—in my veins.
I wrote you letters that spell, form, incarcerate
The (evidently) ineffable thought of you.