I want to write the way I think.
Because
I have a confession; I want to read the insanity and obsession.
I have one desire; I want the words to set the pages on fire.
I want with all my soul to watch the lines suffocate one another making my body feel whole.
Write to the point I no longer feel the madness, I want the words to drown this sickening sadness.
Watch the anxiety infest the wrinkled page; make my pencil bleed with uncontrollable rage.
Write to the point of a nervous breakdown, then giggle and paint on my smile like a clown.
But if I wrote the way I thought, my biggest fear would be to only write about you my dear.