I Write

I write in free verse. 

I write in the blood on the tip of my tongue, your heart between my teeth, your eyes staring into mine. 

I write to feel whole. 

To feel a little less like I don’t belong, am not complete. 

To feel a little more worthy. 

As if every word on my paper is a gift to this world for bringing me into it but I’ve never been good at writing thank you cards. 

I write to preserve you. 

I write to preserve me. 

Because I have seen too many people fall of the map like a forgotten puzzle piece and I don’t want that. 

I want to be that piece of the puzzle that you find first. 

Like a corner or an eye. 

But I also want to disappear. 

So I write to find balance between the two. 

To hover on the edge of a cliff without actually jumping. 

To touch the barrel of the gun to my head and only smile. 

I write to help someone. 

I want my words to bring a smile to someone’s face as other people have brought one to mine. 

My medium is you. 

And my god that sounds stupid and I really do hate cliches but it’s true. 

I write in the shape of your lips and your inhales of breath. 

I write for no other reason than to exist. 

So that for just one minute I can be greater than me.