I wish I was a writer.

I wish

I was

a writer,

So I could tell you then,

In all possible dimensions,

things better left to be read.

. . .

I wish

I was

a singer.

So I could sing it out loud,

The songs I would’ve written

hidden amongst the crowd.

. . .

If only I were a poet

It could all come together so;

I could tell you how I feel, so easy,

Words dancing off my tongue.

Instead I

write them down heavy

The metal and ink together sown,

The letters weld together

deciphering into code.

. . .

So—

I wish

I was

a painter,

So I could add another layer…

to the letters I would’ve written

if only i were a writer.

And if only i were a writer,

I could’ve been yours.