This poem is not about writing.

You’re the reader. I’m the writer. 

When I read what I wrote, I’m the reader, I’m the writer.

I crave writing for you, the reader. 

I wouldn’t write if I couldn’t share, so I convince myself someone will see it.

I write for my parents, my siblings, my friends, my lover, my kids. 

I rarely ever write for myself. But if I, myself, am the reader, eventually, I may write for him as well.