And you thought 

That I evanesced 

But you know what 

I’m still living 

As a soulless creature

In the spaces

Between the seconds 

Stretching the gap 

As far as I can

So that he would 

Experience love 

For a little longer 

From the book that cradled 

My poems and

My soul. 

I apologize for writing something as senseless as this one. And my excuse (although I hate giving excuses) is that when you have a terrible writer’s block and an idea floats past you, you have two options: to clutch it or neglect it. And I chose to clutch it.

                                                                     -Miss Misfit-