why must I wait on your words
maybe you don't even use pen and paper
or a set of ink
I know me better than you ever will
I'll look in the mirror and write

"oh her eyes! two black holes ready to swallow my soul!
how I wish I had a soul to spare
I'd give another to her
maybe leave one in repair
I'd proudly say
"those black holes? they've swallowed two of my souls!"

and sign with your pen
pretend that it's you
this poem
every word I write in your name
all of me
yours to take

patiently, cruelly waiting on you,


a future lover.