my first poem

[mostnights]

here is the first draft, tell me what you think --

With this, I write, With "Love"

I have the strength to make undone,
to manifest the mind,
to lead with scrawling blood and bone
to worlds beyond design.

my seed is placed within you hands,
my soul doth lie in truths,
my feet are dragged acoss white sands
in search for written proofs

That one doth know himself in lapse
as I know thee inside
A cage of thick skull and synapse
Unmasked by feelings' tide.

So wear me thin and push me down,
confess undying "love"
to one who'd rather not have known
I've died for this enough.

So count me out, f this, your game.
For you, too long, I've lead
These sweet nothings You've never named
When words are better said

it's supposed to be about and pen or pencil used for love letters or poems or whatnot -- tell me if that was clear