I wrote this as a block of text, but it's really a condensed poem. (I like to call it a 'closet poem'.) Here are both the text as a block and as a 'poem', but I think it's more fun as a block, personally. I probably didn't divide the poem part up too well. Reviews are always appreciated.

She, exhausted from the nihilism her philosophy was gravitating towards, slowly let air escape from her mouth, paying careful attention to the soft sound her breath made because of the upward curve she had forced her tongue to assume. While the noise, reminiscent of the crashing waves on rocks— only much gentler, was somewhat soothing, the real reason she respired in such a manner was so she might feel the wind gently push upon her lower lip, in effect kissing herself, as though the sole act of living, breathing, gave her the right to enjoy intimacy. So, when she let her eyelids cover a sleepy vision of the world, she knew imagining (another) was useless; nothing is ever certain in the world except endings and she imagined that one day she would too end, soon.

She,

exhausted from the nihilism

her philosophy was gravitating towards,

slowly let air escape from her mouth,

paying careful attention

to the soft sound

her breath made

because of the upward curve

she had forced her tongue to assume.

While the noise,

reminiscent of the crashing waves on rocks—

only much gentler,

was somewhat soothing,

the real reason she respired

in such a manner

was so she might feel

the wind gently push

upon her lower lip,

in effect kissing herself,

as though

the sole act of living,

breathing,

gave her the right

to enjoy intimacy.

So, when she let her eyelids

cover a sleepy vision of the world,

she knew imagining

(another) was useless;

nothing is ever certain in the world

except

endings and

she imagined that one day

she would too end, soon.