You would think its 
Quite appalling
Considering the number of times I
Have attempted to recreate the
Way you write your letters
Illegible
But something so
Distinctly
Sublime
Spilled ink off 
Your tongue without
A wince past your shoulders
Drenched with blood 
Tears
Saliva
And I could only yearn to 
Retrace such, but 
I’ve come to the revelation 
That stealing your pen will 
Do me no good but 
Neither does disjointing 
Your fingers but to, instead, 
Write on
And maintain my
Own shadow between
The margins