Undone

When I hear poems
I want to be a poet.
It sounds nice and all but it can be a real bitch.
Because that’s when I get my best ideas and dammit I’m distracted because there’s no pen to put to paper, no keyboard to record my epiphanies.
When I hear a song
I want to be a singer.
It sounds nice and all but it can be a real bitch.
Because that’s the only time my soul remembers it can sing, and there’s already someone singing.
When I read a book.
I want to be a writer.
It sounds nice and all but it can be a real bitch
Because the story ideas only seem to come while the other book is open, and it’s nearly impossible to read and write two different stories at the same time. Believe me I’ve tried
But not with books you see, I get to into the story to break out the pen but with people
Because when I see them
I want to be just like them.
Just as pretty as interesting as nice and smart, as skinny, as curvy, as beautiful, mind body and soul.
It sounds nice and all but it can be a real bitch
Because you can’t read and write at the same time, one will always go undone.

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