I write words with slashed knuckles and bruised kneecaps,

I spill words of pessimistic thoughts and masochistic actions,

I draw words with the ink from my veins glazed in poison,

I read words that swallow my torture and consume my pain,

Yet with every word that engulfs me, I can't seem to find a way to describe the violent pulse that quickens my heart when your name eloquently twirls across my tongue.