I'm sorry that my poetry has become a tangled mess of love letters (and the regular letters), I'm just searching for an outlet -
literally, because an electric shock might be the best explanation, and
figuratively, for obvious reasons -
as a way to explain my inconsistencies and fault lines
when all I want to do is love you the best.

I've never been the best at anything, though, only an in-between.

Then again, I never actually gave a **** until you rolled around like the smoothest stone I've ever seen.
I, however, am covered in algae,
but I'm okay with that,
since you said the way moss feels between your fingers is the sole reason touch is your favorite of the senses.