Only If I Could Write No More... Poem by Rince Wind

I collected thoughts even when the words weren’t around
and to convince them to myself I had feelings
which never turned me down
then she came around and I filled her with figments
of the only self I’ve had known, and raised her statue in words
some borrowed and some owned...

but that was honest an ignorance which I'll owe myself and frown
for she was only herself, a lukewarm heart
drenched in a see-thru indifference for none to belong
aah..but the pretentious reality for which my silly words longed
and now, how I wish, I wish no more… to pen another thought
because for them, a fragile existence is not what I sought…