maybe you aren't a writer.
maybe you aren't a hopeless romantic.
maybe you have tinges of testimony.
that need to get out to relieve your soul.
maybe you are just a girl in the world.
who am I to judge?
maybe you are writing your face off.
and just not posting any of it.
maybe you are keeping it to yourself.
because it hurts the world.
maybe your boyfriend reads it.
how do we all know who we are?
experience, maybe. love, likely.
this is the moment you give in or give up.
it's the same thing, the same tool.
but how will you use it, and on who?
maybe me.