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and for my next trick...
I am a writer, I tell them
and I consider penning this on my forehead
so I no longer have to explain to everyone
why I look so defeated all the time
I leave my poems in places where I know people will see them
and I will act like I am better than you
because though I can’t fix a car or pick a lock
I sure as fuck can write novels about the color of your eyes
I’ve wasted enough paper to kill an entire rainforest
and I will keep writing until I no longer feel like I am condemned
to a life full of excuses
and long-sleeved shirts
I am a magician, I tell them
because I have fooled them all
into thinking that I am anything more than empty arms
and a fumbling pen
and I consider penning this on my forehead
so I no longer have to explain to everyone
why I look so defeated all the time
I leave my poems in places where I know people will see them
and I will act like I am better than you
because though I can’t fix a car or pick a lock
I sure as fuck can write novels about the color of your eyes
I’ve wasted enough paper to kill an entire rainforest
and I will keep writing until I no longer feel like I am condemned
to a life full of excuses
and long-sleeved shirts
I am a magician, I tell them
because I have fooled them all
into thinking that I am anything more than empty arms
and a fumbling pen
Published 3rd Apr 2013
| Edited 4th Apr 2013
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