I wanted to be a poet,
To write words that would burn with their beauty.
To cauterize the wounds of the world with a few deft syllables.
I wanted to be a poet,
To shine a light into the dark with rhyme and rhythm.
To make constellations on the page to lead people home.
I wanted to be a poet,
To sit in silence and slip the pieces of my heart through floorboards.
To smuggle my soul into the world like dynamite and set it to flames.
I wanted to be a poet.
But it turned out I’m just a human with too many words.
And no one reads poems anymore, anyway.
drowsyreaper. 