dark dark dark

I wrote a song,
but then realized that it wasn't my song,
but your song.
So I came to you
and I gave it to you
and you took it and considered it for a moment...

and then you gave it back to me,
and let me know that you were not, indeed,
in the market for a new song
but that it was a nice song
and I should keep it.

So I have it now.
But I don't want it.
It's empty if it's not yours.

I guess I could keep it.
I'll just pretend I never wrote it.
That you never heard it.
That you never didn't want it.

I've missed you, dear blog.
It's been a long time.

I haven't written anything in a while.
Most of the creative things in my mind lately have made themselves manifest in songs rather than in poems.
Which I think is kind of cheating.
Because it's easier.
So I'm going to try to do better.
To write better.
And more.

I believe that...it's been difficult to write because absolutely everything in my life lately has been incredibly inspirational.
I've been overwhelmed by the goodness of it all.