I may be broken in ways that you cannot fix but I want you to know that I am the best version of me with you. This one's for you.

This poem, a waste of alphabets! Would you bring my lines to life?

Tonight they need to feel your lips, my consonants have realized

That they derive all sense of semblance from you

You are the one soul, the undeniable root of all words

False or true. And I?

I am just an empty sentence, a futile wish, an unheard sigh

Without you I have no significance, I am but a waste of skin

Pages and pages of lifeless flesh thirsting for dribbles of ink

A verse waiting, anticipating for her letters to come alive.

(That cute little illustration - Monica Barengo art)

Published by Tanya Sood