Make It Said

I lay at night and my mind is a vast sea. Words and sentences pumping and pumping, every writer with writer block’s dream.

But I can’t stop it, can’t put you out of my head. I lie here in bed,

My head heavy with thoughts — I shoulds, I coulds, I oughts.

I grab my phone to jot it all down. At least then it’s not all sloshing around.

But I type it on this white canvas, that usually goes unseen. I write it to you, but I really write it just to me.

Imagine if I typed this out to you instead. Really let you take a look inside my head.

Took all the saying and just made it said. My biggest worry is that you’d leave me on “Read”.