A LETTER FROM THE POEM YOU CANNOT WRITE

we've never met

but you know me, i know you

I've seen your notebooks

and your stack of accomplishments

you're proud of most of them

but none of them live up to what i could be 

I know how often i keep you awake at night

like a siren beneath your skin

I am not afraid of your pen

or the way your thoughts race around like bloodhounds.

we both know that i would bleed right through the page

you can't hold the weight of me.

I'll just stay right here

a whisper away from your fingertips

waiting for you to find the courage to come find me