Confessions

by remembertoexhale

I once asked a writer how I could 
write about love if I’ve never had it
I told him how I felt like a fraud 
he told me to write about
what will be
what I want
and what I know I won’t live without
I took his words
and applied them like salve
on my heart and my hands
and as the feelings manifested 
the words rolled out 
and my pencil gives the paper
all the loving I never had

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