I want to write

Words that will never stop flowing

I want to write of all the times

I’ve hated myself

And loved myself

And I want to be able to write

At any point in the day

But the truth is

I’m tired

Lately, it’s been hard to find the right words

They are there

Somewhere in the jumbled masses

I’m worried about

Silly things

And I wish I wasn’t

it would be nice

To lay my head down

And fall to dreams

Without trying to search

Through each pile of broken letters

Just for one night.

I want to feel like I’m not missing a piece of me

Like I’m whole

And nothing can be shifted

But instead

I look at the blinking cursor

Along with all the words that I wish I could write

All of the rhymes I want to spill

All the stories I want to tell