head mess | poetry

| sing sing |

did you know that i want to sing?

i want to sing pretty songs that i make myself. i want to sing them because the poetry i write isn't anywhere near the appeal of music. the soft melodies strung together with the words that nobody actually means. but if i sung the songs i wrote, it would be genuine. they don't understand the static words i write and the way i really feel when i read them in my head. to sing would be to speak in rhythm the feeling i cannot properly portray. i'm going to write a song. and i'll probably never sing it.

because i don't sing.

i write shitty poetry.

[r.k.]