Cheesecake
Okay, okay, I may have said I write sad poems, but I’ll be honest. I write words, that’s it. I sometimes will get an ache right in the middle of my chest, and for no particular reason I feel like I should grab a pen. Then, I don’t know, I kind of just jumble out a cacophony of words that are sort of like a stream of consciousnes - I don’t know if you’ve read Hemingway - anyways, that’s sort of the best way to describe it in layman’s terms.
What do you mean really? That’s how I write! Okay, okay I guess it does seem hard to understand. But, what I write isn’t about the kind of writing it is, it’s like I’m literally ripping a piece of my soul out and pressing it to paper. I write what I feel, and I feel every second of what I write.
What’s that look for? You’re the one who asked me!
Okay, just drink your wine, I want desert. How do you feel about cheesecake?