to write more is what I need
to write true and what I feel
seems to be
out of my reach.
unreal.
what I need is to say what I feel.
impossible.
I think it, it’s gone
I write it, gone too.
disappearing from my head
but once was there.
once.
where did it go?
will I be back one day
in time
for me to write down what
I am
I am..
where will you go?
will you come back to me
I hope.
give me a chance to
catch myself
don’t go, not yet
at least.
I want to tell you to stay
I scream
“Leave.”
seems I can only express my feelings on paper
[with ink. no tongue.
not writers block
just fear that is
keeping my heart in a cage
and the key?
in my hand
waiting.
for me to find the words to tell you
“take it,
Cautiously.”]
but ‘seems’ is a unsure word.
to be with you
I need to be with me
Me.
Who I am is who I think
I’ll be with you when I write 
my mind to you.
because writing seems easier then speaking.
seems.
I’ll be with you in empty space. between the lines
read them well.
“just stay.” they say, secretly
I’ll be yours
when I write down what I need
to say.