An empty pen
On a blank page.
Nothing but noise.
I dare not pour
My heart out
Onto the void.

When inspirations burst forth,
Needing to be unleashed...
What now???

What the fk is wrong with this site?
you writings,
extraordinary!

hint:
Write of moon and June and broken hearts, cutting, scars, cloying clouds, moons and suns, momma's and poppas,  throw in a couple of I love youse,
and I assure you fame will be 10000 reads long and weak,
but don't ever look in the mirror,
you might not like the ***** you see,
and that will be the end of our curiously lovely new
"Relationship"

for you I will stick around here.

You are the wooden staircase
that I foolishly tried climbing down.
My socks were too clean for your surface;
I slipped and tumbled in a torsion of flailing limbs.
Each impact I bounced down harder
the farther I fell for you.