You know those words you scratched out today?
That poem?

The graphemes and phonemes that spellbound you with their call & response
and became a tent revival on a smouldering summer night…
Or did you think them dull? Paint slowly chipping away from a rusted handrail in a strip mall parking lot, watching a wilting in real time… 

No matter how you feel about them, that poem, those words, just as you laid them down – 

No human being has ever done that before.
Never in the whole history of everything.
Not the way you have,
not with that heartbeat
not with that tear

Just you.
It could only have been you. 
Your perfect fingerprint left on the windows of eternity as you peek through worlds

Just you, beautiful you. 

(so give yourself a break)