you want to know why i cant help it but write,
because there isn't just any receptacle, all I can do is writhe,
what i want you to help handle is not my poetry,
but it is my pain that can't take a poetic coquetry.
i'd like to run too,
i'd like to scream too,
i'd like to destroy too.
i have taken enough meteor showers,
i have called enough of my inhuman powers.
i would like to now stop and this heaviness i want to drop,
and that's where i want you to help me carry,
that's what everyday i marry.