Let Me Write To You

When people realise I have poet’s blood

They automatically try to test my mouth wit

But let me write to you

Words coming out of my mouth are just

A casserole of whisper, mumble, gibberish.

I rarely have a smart answer for your query

If I do, it’s most likely mean

Or exclusively funny- to me.

 

So when I suggest writing to you

Please, open your eyes.

For my words come out clearer,

My puns make more sense,

And the way I sing to you, silently, I hope –

Will stay with you longer than my mumbles.

 

You can talk to me,

Find me- I’ll hear you out,

I like the sound of your voice,

I like the way the doors to your soul crack when you tell me,

Tell me the things you don’t think I’ll understand,

Allow me to surprise you.

I want to know about you.

 

And I want you to know me,

But I’ll sit next to you,

Quietly –

I may burst out at times,

When we’re alone and my energy is high, when I trust you.

I’ll jump on your ears; I’ll point out oddities,

I’ll make jokes out loud, I’ll be animated,

I’ll talk about everything in 4 seconds.

 

When I write to you,

I’m opening up my depths.

I’m reaching out, I’m giving you a slice of what you gave me –

I sometimes write with crayons,

I sometimes write with bubbles,

I sometimes write with Shakespeare,

I sometimes write with Zamba,

I sometimes write with rhythm,

And sometimes write without form.

But whenever I do, I write true;

So please let me write to you.

I hope you won’t regret it.

-Atwiine