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when asked who i wanted to be
i don’t remember ever saying i wanted to be a writer
i never thought of writing as something you could do as a job
i would though sit down and stab my notebook with a pen
make it bleed and fill it’s pages
while insomnia kept me company
i was seven the first time i grabbed an extra notebook
while back-to-school shopping
to put together invented sentences
songs, i called them
then poetry
i would write about the kind of love i wanted for myself
according to what i had learned in movies
i would write about parents who abandoned their little girl
let her grow up faster than she should’ve
try to solve the riddles pop-ups on the internet left in my mind
by the time i was thirteen
i was calling “love” every strange feeling i couldn’t understand
fill pages with hearts,
write inside them my name and the name of the little asshole with green eyes
“he acts like that because he likes you” my friend always said
and i believed it, convinced myself to like him back
ignore the red flags, the uncomfortable feeling
write it all down, like conjuring a spell that would make me “normal”
every child is a little bit dramatic, right?
i was so, i ended up majoring in theater
it took me a long time to see myself as a writer
i didn’t dare to call myself that until i took some classes
and ended up also majoring in creative writing
for a while, i dreamed of success
of being a published writer
be known for great lyrics to powerful songs
deep meaningful poetry
and steamy erotic auto-fiction
leave something great for when i die
be eternal
but right now i’m —
tiredconfusedlonelyspeechlessboredhopeless
sounding a lot like a pessimist
with no intention of inspiring anyone
or creating something beautiful
memorable
eternal
i even stopped writing for a long time
because i felt like i wasn’t deserving
i thought that if i didn’t have anything nice to write
something relatable that could catch someone’s attention
get me enough likes, give me a taste of success
or meet my deadlines, hand over that manuscript
it has been sitting in my desktop since forever
has suffered enough strikeouts,
but “it’s still a work in progress”
what is the point? why should i call myself a writer?
well, a writer is a person who writes, nothing else
so i’m taking back that power
to put into words what i feel
the pretty and the ugly
the relatable and whatever is so mine, no one else could understand
i’ll be a pessimist if i feel like it
because most times, life sucks
and there’s really no point pretending it doesn’t
i’ll write it all down
and my writing
will owe nothing to no one
but writing itself
About the Creator
MELO
i'm a human with a masters in creative writing, most fluent in poetry :)
born in 1993 at the caribbean, really a citizen of the world
listen to my band's music: NÖMADÄS in all streaming platforms <3
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