thoughts unspoken from a mind not yet broken

I find myself
Constantly
Making homes in undotted I's
And falling for unfinished calligraphy

Even though I know
Fancy F's are just unfinished T's
After losing to idiocracy

And that our our Falls became Tall
As this heart becomes dead within me

Foolish I, to subject myself to such pain
And watch as all that we worked to grasp, fled to drain

Our symbiosis became parasitic
Our crumbling thoughts affecting the words we say,

Our words unsaid being a match never lit,
burning in the rain,

Because we never spoke in lines and dots
Instead we wrote in flames,

And promises burnt so fast
Embers and ashes were the only things that remained ,

Revelation only made,
once I could never breathe your name;
you weren't an unfinished T
But an F,
burning in flames

You burned the dot of my I, my home
But unlike you I can build and mend

And no longer with an f or t
I will become All again