Being a Writer

From ink on the paper to fresh smell of print,
From the touch of paperbacks to the font of ebooks,
From the start of a book to it's very epilogue,
It's a rare journey of life I want to know to live.

The title, the book cover, the character's names,
And personality. 
Writer's block and way too many hypotheticals.
If I could write poetry, I'd tell a lot more about
these hardships.

The heartbreak of plotholes, 
The joys of a perfect scene,
The confusion of continuation,
The chemistry of the main leads,
I wish I could scream them all into the void.

The song of my genre, my story a puzzle piece.
It's a painting with splashes that are too good to be true.
My protagonist wants to be the antagonist,
My side characters a major role,
Do I even control them anymore?

I'm emotionally attached to the feel of these words,
The way they sing sonnets like free winged birds.
I can't stop dreaming of not being alone,
In my own little darling metaverse.

-InsanelyHilarious