i love you...

...in this speedy contemporary world, confused fucked up psychotic dominant and cruel implicit with loveliness salty and sweet darkened by fear, by jealousy, by wind.

but mine. for you.

i'm growing love. extend. countless i wish i was. words not appropriate. words mixing everything. blade of words. cutting my right palm in tall asphalt. my words move my lips but nothing ever gets out right.

it seems to never be in the same room with my words.

just a state of mind.

impotence.