this won't end up as a suicide notethere aren’t enough momentsto love you, or wordsin the English language to call youbeautiful. there aren’t enoughheartbeats in me to dedicate yousomething you might deserve.you can no longer lie.a vengeful earthquake births itself insideyour unkind frame-- bones and skin andmuscle knotted together as an attemptat something durable; but when you scream,you don’t wake up. your worldcollapses in mounting seconds. wordsare a currency and you arefinally rich. you have livedin the mouths of ghosts for so longthat you can walk through walls;you aren’t here, you’re chokingon other planets from a lack of oxygenand understanding. but I will love you,I will love you; dear wallflower,your petals are not wilted. dearanonymous, I could give you a name.dear hopeless, there are not enough wordsin the English language for how beautifulyou really are.