Fuck It, Write

I write to create, but my creations won't obey me outside of these lines.
They see the creator abandoned
So they rebel
In it
Outside of these lines they take corporal
Form, freely and knowingly they give chase to my rebuke
Running madly and angrily
Seeking to destroy my deppest secrets and ambitions
Left away
Because

I write to be free, but my words provide no form of escape.
The adventure once found in writing no longer my own
No means of transporation can be found
No vehicular or automotive in ink
Just this sinking ignorance
Pulling me away from my mind, enchanting my words
For another
Until again I write
Of nothing, but of how I long to get away
With you.

I write Brian & ___________
You lover, who are you
I see you as you are and mine
But you see nothing unless you see bills
Encoded with a myth tracing "In God We Trust"
But my lover why I write for you
I do not know
I still write for you because I love you as you can create and become
I long for you because in error I've hurt you
Deeply and unknowing
I continue writing your beautiful name
So much so that your name has crept into my household and kinsman
The rememory of your name spoken every time I see her
Infant.. Bearing yor name
So will I ever write of how we loved...

each other.

I write to smile, but in writing I have no face, value.
No illustration can detail the words I write in front of my face
Once again I can run
Madly and fierce on the wings of this paper
Until my words end, and end
I write.
Maybe if he were written as my lover then on paper he'd have to love me.
Lest I write of my end, will it become The End?
If I gave up writing then would I value what I face?
But still of these things I alone know nothing
Fuck it, Write