Snowflakes in Spring

why do I write?

Why don't you see?
I write for me
Not him

The guy down the street

Not the guy that waited on me

I write because I breathe

I chose this art
Because it is tainted

Something within me
Found more truth
Inside  
With this chaos

A part of my soul
Combines
With every word

It's something I've searched
My whole life for

All to be given to you
On a sliver platter

This is all I have to offer

This is my art

This is my soul

This is my life

Everything that ties
To me
Breathes
Inside every verse

To answer
The question
This is why I write

Without it
I'd be ready
To burst
Waiting
To express
All this
Chaotic mess