Speak less than you know.
Who’s to blame?
You, for using me?
Or me, for wanting to be used to badly?
If I forgive you for stealing my heart,
will you forgive me for being so tempting?
till the rain falls
and every atom
in our body
starts to go home.
Anonymous asked: Who are you writing about?
That’s the funny thing about creative writing, actually -
When a piece of poetry, for example, is being written, it is obviously about whomever the writer is thinking about upon performing the task. (Or, maybe, the writer is just a fabulous fictional author, and what they make up has absolutely no relation to real people or events.) However, the writer is just one person. That piece will only ever connect with one writer.
But, hopefully, that poem will have the chance to connect with numerous readers. Hopefully multiple people read and find meaning in a particular piece. As someone who enjoys and excels in writing, I know that I am constantly hopeful of this.
So, using this logic, the poem is really for the readers, not for the writer.
And since the poem is for you (the reader), it doesn’t matter who or what I wrote it about. What matters is who or what you think of when you read it.
So, I guess, I’m writing about whomever or whatever you want me to be writing about.>