I’m A Writer, Goddamnit
I’m starting to think that I’m not the girlfriend type. Maybe it’s because I’m a writer. My mind treats every relationship like a fresh press release of my new tragedy. My ballpoint recalls every first time and I’m left reliving falling in love. I treat words like whole wheat sandwiches, every adjective is a meticulous decision. I find my muses in my looseness. There are things in my life I’m not proud of and I take the time to jot them all down. I like easily and mask hate forever. I’m still anticipating the day someone tells me to stop because my words hit too close to home. I hope that person is a poet and I hope that home is me.