unfortunately, for those who care,
i love deeply and find myself unable
to accept it in return
sometimes i choke on my words
or on air - dignity and grace
do not abound in me
i know how to speak and how to
hold my tongue but sometimes the
two war within my brain and i fail
i don't believe in destiny; i believe
that to achieve is to push on with help
from others and yourself
i don't know how to live but i know
how to devour words and i'd like
to assume that's worth something
