"I'd Write About" v2
I'd like to make a prose
about a lot of things.
Things that other writers
don't usually write about.
Poets write about the skies,
and the stars,
and everything beautiful.
But I'd like to write about
the other things.
Like your mind—
because it's gentle
and chaotic both at the same time,
yet,
nobody wrote about it
with a passionate rhyme.
Or your scars—
because they are both beautiful
and sad;
but nobody
wrote about it
because it would be mad.
Perhaps, I'll write about your tears—
each droplet
contains hundreds of emotions
or fears,
though,
nobody had written about these for years.
Your feelings, maybe—
which would talk about
a thousand different stories;
but nobody wrote about them
because they won't write about
your worries.
I can also
write a prose about you
because pain
makes a poet write something beautiful
out of something that hurts;
and I'd write about you eventually
because that's how much it burns.
And I'd write about the two of us—
a fantasy,
a reality
a spiritual turmoil of two souls
both passionate and kind;
which nobody wrote about
because we are always
seven worlds apart
and they are always
eight seas behind.
But you know what I'd most definitely write about today?
I'd like to write about myself,
because
somebody else
is probably
writing about you
the same way.
I'd like to write about myself,
because
not everyone I'd write about
would write about me, too.
I'd like to write about myself,
because
that's what most people rarely do.
I'd like to write about myself,
because in words,
I can both lie
and be true.
And once I'm done,
I'd start
rewriting about you,
with a hope that one day,
you'd write back
the same way
about me and you.
--
@pipayfoefum
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