am i allowed to write about love?
could i perhaps strive to describe it
to talk about it and about them
as if i knew anything, as if i understood?
is it disrespectful to let my letters roam
around this empty page, telling
tales about love and about pirates
when, truth be told
i know nothing about either?
i’m sorry love but i love you
you fascinate me with your pain and your blood
how could i not try
how could i not show my love for you
with these fragmented thoughts
via these broken letters?