the first day I met you
I visited the store
and bought a new
journal. I wanted to
write you, so that I
could remember you in
script and in memory, I
wanted to have the chance
to be apart of your evolution,
I wanted to recreate you,
and scrawl you down through
the loops and curves of my words
I wanted to be apart of you in some
extended and intended with only well
regards, I wanted to write of you, freely
and openly, I wanted to write to you,
to make love to you, bleed ink over
white sheets, I wanted to write for you.