sharp black villain lines
you use them in rhymes
they exist in every shape
the reason of fame
when they call out your name
people call them letters
the base from a language

but we know better
than describing the weather

cause I read your poems

and everyday I want
more…
please

give me more
I'm addicted to your words
please

let the words roll
spit them out
lay band-aids
to the wounds

you're busy I know
but maybe,
just one for the show?
please

last poem
you posted
is a gift
but still I wish
for more

one more

I'm almost feeling
like a creep
behind the tears
when silence weeps
behind the fears
when demons speak

behind the thoughts
where I have fought

but still I ask
for “one more poem”
behind the mask

but let me get this clear
we're just
strangers
so don't feel anxious
you can ignore me
but I'm sorry
I will overthink
rethink
every LETTER
that came out my mouth
sorry I didn't mean to shout
yes, NF can be proud
that line can be found
“when I grow up”

sorry

I'm talking to much
using the maximum of letters
this could be better

but please
could you write
one more poem
for you

and for…
a little tiny ghost
who loves every word