on her passing.

Fuck the fancy words

and fuck the pretty phrases; 

I want to write I love you 

until my lungs collapse 

and my fingers 

bleed with the weight of it

I want to empty every ink cartridge

of every thick-smeared pen, 

to wear down laptop letters 

until they fade and fall apart.

I love you

I love you

I love you

I never said it enough. but 

I loved you

I love you

I’ll love you

until the very end.