to love a writer.

to love a writer is a different kind of magic

the poets, the novelists, the love letterers

the ones who write letters that never get sent

and the ones who share their words with those who need it the most

be careful if you love a writer

her ball point pen quickly becoming a sword

stabbing hearts with its harsh words

untamed, uncontrollable, like the oceans crashing waves

her inner being, like nature, a force to be reckoned with

there's beauty in loving a writer

telling stories under a blanket of stars

she'll explore the very depths of you

softening your fear until it fades into emptiness

every adventure, a new story to her pen

a different breed of girl is a writer

she's corrupted herself from complacency

she's drowning in her own dreams

spilling her soul like ink

her heart broken long before it met your shaking hands

a writer will be anything but tame

she may hide behind her words

but once she finds her way into the light

you'll be blinded by her flames

for many, she's too much to swallow

you must expect the unexpected with a writer

dancing moments and goosebump skin

nights full with heartache and poetry

no new day ever like the one before it

a writer will open your wounds

she'll force you to see them, then kiss them better

taking pain and with a single kiss transforming it into art

writing lines like they're her heartbeat

the only thing keeping her alive

the past of a writer, an epic adventure

fairy tales of wild and dangerous girls

children of the earth, creators of creation

heartbreak and pain inevitably intertwined

the first story she will have ever written, her own 

to a writer, you are just a great love story waiting to be written

her heartbeat quickens at the thought of birthing poetry

nurturing into existence each and every chapter of your story

from the lazy sunday mornings spent in bed

to the hot summer nights spent skinny dipping in the ocean

inside a writer's soul is a place you can only imagine

every syllable she's ever written has sparked a match

so that every morning she can swallow the sun 

just to kiss it straight into your mouth when nightime rolls around

her lips, burning as they touch yours

a writer wears sunlight like lingerie and words like armour

she may appear weak but her strength is unimaginable to the human eye

soft and delicate to the touch

but when you dig deeper

she's fierce and strong and will no longer be suppressed

to love a writer...

well...

that's a feat many only wish they could conquer