Fragment 5 on the 2nd

"Poems are never just poems. They're compensating for something. Here are the words I wish I had written in crescent-shaped moon bite marks down your neck. Here are a hundred words for stay, and a hundred more for please. Here is how I hold a pen. Here is how the pen holds me. Here are my thoughts, over-steeped in empty fervor. Here is nothing and everything all at the same time."