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.