and every time I look at you,
all I see is poetry.
just more words on a page,
about love and hate,
heartbreak and loss.
I'm sick of looking at you
as just words,
I'd rather see you as a person
with flesh and blood
not lines and rips.
you're damaged,
hurt,
and every time I see you it's
a different poem,
a different line,
a different verse.
and it's gonna **** you.
because your page will rip,
more and more,
until it eventually falls off.
the words becoming
more and more prominent,
losing structure,
and sound.
until it's all silence.
and my dear,
silence is the most deafening
kind of poetry.