I want to write poetry
Until my hands bleed

Pour out my soul
Until I'm empty
Give up every piece of me
Until me
Is no longer left

But instead
I WAIT
While I silently
And secretly break

Wait for what?

I wait for every day
To go dark
Alongside me
So that I can step outside
And actually breath

I wait for the dark
To go outside
So that it can
Consume me
Hold me
Own me