Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.

You're a stranger
Who are you
Trust you? I haven't a clue
I think l once knew you
In a lifetime where l knew
That maybe l did love you

To Love a Writer
you must be brave,
eager to read
the words
you would rather
hear.

To Love a Writer
you must be prepared,
for days hidden
from the sun,
a symptom of
the disease.


To Love a Writer
you must be crazy,
ignore the insomnia
and fight
for attention
at night.

but know this ..

If a Writer Loves You,
their Love is complete,
you are amazing to them,
they will dream
of you often,
in ink forevermore.