I wish that I could write so that the words
Grab and claw and rip your eyes
Until you cry,
And manipulate your face
Until a smile upon it lays.
As my pen writes
I wish that ink could crawl from the page
Up your arm and through your veins
Into your heart and head,
So you could know how the words feel to me
And then your tears of ink could fall on to the now blank page,
Creating something of your own from these feelings.
