i am not
the first person
who have fallen
in love
with her darkness.
nor i am
the first one
to write them love letters.
i am not
the first person
who have been
hooked up
with her thoughts.
nor i am
the first one
to make poetry out of them.
but i’ll be
willing to
create my person
a sinner.
to commit
adultery to
my lover,dear darkness
.
to pause
my repeating thoughts.
i will
make witnesses
out of my skin.
make each of my fingernail
testify.
make them
write poetry.
how they longs for yours.
then you’ll be
the first
honest love poem
that i’ll write.