The Fraud

There is a beautiful boy
In my dm
Who constantly asks
About my writing.
“You write so beautifully.
Your way with words is therapeutic
And it soothes my heart”,
He says.
I leave him on read.
Every time.
You see,
I think he got the wrong person
I do not write
I do not write beautiful words
Or ugly words
I have not written a word in these blank pages infront of me
Devoid of ink,
They stare at me
As I continue to exist
In a state of mediocrity,
Constantly filling my mind
With pure chaos,
None of which I can put
Into these blank pages.

( thud, pen drops…for drama, hehe)


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