Writing to Escape
by codebllack
I do not write to amaze you or renowned publishers
Or the boy with blues eyes who blows butterflies in my stomach
If I did write for you, then I’d be writing about:
How broken we are; name the shattered pieces
Curse men and call silly emotions love
If I did write for the publisher in street 13
The one who loves tobacco with tea
Then I’d be probably writing about:
Spaceships, archangels, drugs and magic
Fictions and adventures
And if I really did write for the pretty blue-eyed boy who
Tripped over my expensive heart
Then I’d certainly be writing about:
How our bodies intertwined; how we spoke in moans and kisses
And the heavenly warmth that laid between our bodies
Instead I write about:
The breeze tickling the leaves
And sunlight caressing the sprawling city
I write about how God speaks to me
Through moonbeams and silver clouds
I write about unforgettable hola and haunting adios
Also about phenomenal women, sometimes
Whose laughter impersonates crystal wind-chime
I write to calm the fire in my veins
I write and scratch away my pains
I stitch my wounds while stitching words into poems
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