I am so much more than just a mouth and hands.
I hold so much power within the palms of my hands
And my mouth spills words that your heart can’t understand.
Cause I am more than just the the actions that are carefully planned
I am the mixture of sounds that seep into the holes of your head.
I am the pen that stains lines with words left unsaid.
I am the way that you cross your T’s and dot your I’s.
I am the way that you think when tears drop from those crystalline eyes.
Or the way you talk when you don’t wanna say goodbye.
Or saying hello for the first time.
Or writing the name or someone you love.
I am the voice of a choice that was left undecided till the end And the rhythm of the poems sounding in your head.
Or the clouds that form inspiration from up above. I am the ones that you’ve loved.
And the ones you’ve left.
I am a note to your lover
Or an upsetting text.
I am the first time you swam
And the first time you sank.
I am the waves that you drowned in Coughing and spitting words unexplained.
I am the hands that pat your back and tell you it’s okay.
And also the ones that wrap around your neck to choke down your mental mistakes. I am the fingertips you hold
And all the ones you’ve slapped away.
I am the mindset of April With all the images of may.
And the money well spent on a beautiful day.
I am the rhythm of your steps on an empty street
And the poems you scribble to the hum of your sleep.
I am your present. Your future.
 
 Your past.
I am the last.
I am inspiration
Unfiltered, Unrefined, Undefined.
I am your last line.