I catch myself doing this thing where I perform being the kind of girl someone would write poetry about. I'm softer. I'm more mysterious. I say less so there's more mystery to uncover. I'm basically a character I invented for an audience that doesn't exist yet. 📖

And then I wonder—what if a poet DID show up and he liked the character and not the actual girl? What if I've been so focused on being poetry-worthy that I forgot to be... just worthy? Just me?

The inexperienced part of me thinks maybe that's the point. Maybe you have to stop waiting to be written about and start writing your own story first. 🖤