the struggle, heavy breathing, the ****** of completion
the satisfaction of having torn off a piece of you, and in doing so, you are even more whole than before
when it is done I don't dedicate to you
I surrender it, grant and give it, push it away, can't even remember it days later, cause it ain't mine, ain't mine no more from the second I push that black n white Save Poem button.
someday I am gonna plagiarize myself, and then laugh and laugh all the way home.