Unlike some, I do not want to be a masterpiece on an artist's wall I do not want to be the overplayed song on the top 10 charts Don't get me wrong it's lovely to be the only flower in a green field
I want to be the used paintbrush the young artist quietly learns to keep forever I want to be the only pencil the writer takes life notes with I do not want to be a favorite book, sitting on the top of your shelf.
I do not want to be an abandoned word you left unsaid, I want to be the analog camera you use when the world is flickering in fuzzy city lights
I want to be the poet's stanzas in prose I want to be the failed color shade of mistake on an artist's art work
I want you to learn that when the tides roll in, when the sand dusts oxygen in thin air. the shreds of my heart will curl like burning photographs
I am the napkin you use when there is no paper or phone or notebook to write down every inch of your feeling.