This is one of my favorite excerpts from my 3rd book, "Sometimes Brooklyn, Mostly Mars" which was made up entirely of short pieces like this one.
If
you let me…
I would write
you a love song but I couldn’t sing it to you the way I heard it in my mind. I
wouldn’t want to cheat you. Instead, I do it my way and give you what you
deserve, every word vividly visualized in my mind, the best way I know how to
express it. I have a writer’s mind, vibe, spirit and soul……..to the very core
of everything I am.
I want you to
close your eyes, put your head on my chest, and listen to this story that I
wrote. But, only if you’re willing make that choice, to lose yourself inside
the sound of my voice. I want you to tell me if these words move you. I want to
know if what I’ve written on this paper causes anything to stir inside you. If
you have pain that’s locked away, I want these paragraphs to steal it. I’ll
keep it safe, just in case you ever told me that you needed it. I want
everything to tingle even though I’m not using my hands. I want these lines to
feel like they’re etched on your flesh. Every sentence heightens your senses
and you can imagine you’re trapped in this world I’ve created. I want you
giggle too, when these characters do and their tears become your own when they
grieve.
Then, I want
you to open those eyes that I asked you to close. I need you to feel like every
bit of prose became a mirror reflection of everything that is you. I want you
to understand that everything you thought you locked away is something that I
look deep enough inside you to notice every day. I see, I believe it and I know
that it’s real. I can’t write you a love song but this is what I can do.
