i wish my words would hurt you

i wish my words would hurt you

but they don't.
they don't have that power.
of ripping any love
out from
your insides
and into an oblivion
of dark thoughts.

my words don't do that.
they don't have the power
to make you sad, or mad
or glad, they have no power;
none at all. over you,
my words might as well
float on by.
no matter how hard I try
you go on by.
as if no worth is of them.
to you,
my words are not worthy.

they don't hurt.
they don't feel anymore.
doesn't matter,
the love they once declared,
it's gone.  my words,
they don't want you. any more.

The words that are coming out
of my heart
don't mean anything to you.
they have
no meaning at all.
for you took it with your
cowardice.
you took it, when you decided
to give up on me.
For something less magical
than the words my heart can speak.

stop giving writers notebooks

stop giving writers notebooks to write on.
a writer will write, regardless of the paper
or software.

stop giving writers notebooks thinking that's
a true gift. it's not. we write regardless of papers
and backdrops, and ink.

stop giving a writer a notebook, instead,
give them something to write about.
giving a writer a notebook is accepting
you don't know them enough to inspire.