Because I’ve never enjoyed a meal that wasn’t shared.
Because I feel lighter without shedding a pound.
Because all of my heroes are storytellers and if I am to meet them, I would have it on even ground.
Because it’s the safest kind of revenge.
Because taking your clothes off in public is illegal.
Because I fall in love with half a dozen strangers every time I leave the house.
Because every kitchen glimpsed through a well-lit window has a table I’ll never sit at.
Because no one tells me secrets anymore.
Because I am too greedy to live just one life.
Because my skin fits so poorly that I find my insides spilling out of my mouth.
Because right now I am a whisper inside your skull.
Because I like the feeling of my fingers tangled in your heartstrings.
Because I can make your emotions dance like marionettes.
Because I want attention.
Because it’s the only way I know how to do good while still feeling bad.
Because I am hungry,
thirsty,
greedy,
bored.
Because writing is the power to turn that black hole into a sun.
Because if that isn’t magic, I don’t know what is.
@amnotpoetry
Amy Notdorft 