Aug 2, 2022
I can't just write you a poem...
You want me to write on command, ripping words from my soul committing them to the page and letting them go. You want me to cry and hiss, to rage and scream, but you don't understand what you're asking of me. I can't just write you a fucking poem when you fucking ask. Poems come when they strike, and it happens so fast, I don't have time to decide what they'll be about, or how they will go. Poems come out how they do even though I may try to shape them, to move them a bit, the words design me, and that's basically it.