de[light]ed to [trib]ute six_out

        
       
       
one day,        
i'll find. the words.        
simple. concise        
but those are un-natural traits        
for [me]        
so. i. say       
- i love you, like fish love water.        
as i'll die, if you take        
me out of it / left on a river bank        
flapping fins        
like my arms        
asking what they did, before        
they. held. you.        
       
time is steady moving. i asked        
how long we had        
you said -'it'll take you eternities to get rid of me'
and you smiled - in a way that        
 
could make a man almost believe in god.        
       
offering my heart.        
ripped to pieces - because being [un]dead, isn't being alive.        
-you make me want-to-live.        
this. won't. end.        
i don't give up on shit. like this.        
yes, the story of love        
ends in graves.        
and i want yours        
next to mine.        
because death never had the strength        
to, end. this.        
to. end. us.        
       
it takes courage to become        
who [you] really are.        
i'm still working on it. i am nothing original.        
only the combined efforts of everyone        
i have ever known.        
especially, you.        
     
you, who        
took the words right-out of my fingers        
- left me with this.        
speaking in stolen tongue.        
       
       
       
-x-        
       
       
       
A word of thanks to Six-Out (Jon Rodgers)        
without whom this poem wouldn't exist and the writers before him, who inspired the original [ex]cited. I gave Jon's rather unique punctuation a try at the same time (un-sure that I got it, though) .        
       
       
Charles Bukowski, Jack Kerouac, ee cummings, Sylvia Plath, Pablo Neruda, Buddy Wakefield, Andrea Gibson, Frank Sinatra, and Chuck Pahlaniuk.