If I could write my signature, I would.
I would speak to you with only the speech which I wanted to be spoken to.
Every word redefined and unordinary.
Like a sing-song melody, your words
Flow. Like a river.
Upon the stones, erosion.
Upon my mind, explosion.

If I could write my signature I would.
Promises would be made.
Not ones of love, but ones op prevention.
I say, "F*** you," to all these plans and intentions.

If I could write my signature, I would.
Because I know when you die, nobody will tell me.
I will go on imagining your eyes,
Grass stained with beauty.
Longing for attention.
To replace that long lost affection.
And you used my mouth as a bank.
For your pocket change of needs,
And dared to call it LOVE.

If I could write my signature, I would.
You folded into me like
Clockwork.
Cogs and gears,
Churning in perfect synchronization
We had no ability to form words
Because reading each other's eyes was but enough.

If I could write my signature, I would.
And I will remember you as you were.
Flawless and in your prime.
Perfect angles upon your frame,
Muscles that folded in...
Into the curves of mine, oh so flawlessly.
I will imagine the way your breath
Fluctuated up and down,
Post a deep slumber.
Only to be awakened
By the lips you took advantage of
One too many times.
I will imagine and remember you, mine.

And I will write that signature.